It may be Amilia K. Spicer’s haunting, husky voice that first grabs a listener, the way it glides over melodies like smoke, but it’s the songwriting that she really wants you to hear. It fuses together the different places she calls home: Raised in rural Pennyslvania, currently residing in California, spending half the year in Austin, the topography covers languid farm landscapes, red dirt Americana, and an occasional turn down a dark alley with flickering neon. The songs on Spicer’s new album, “Wow and Flutter,” capture the vastness of those horizons with a cinematic quality, somehow sweeping us into the panorama as we listen. It should surprise no one that she pursued a career in film before music became her muse. The dichotomy of shadow and light, grit and wonder, are in the sonics, rather than on the screen.