Alexander Spit hails from L.A., but his music suggests spiritual kinship with somewhere colder, darker, and more indoors-oriented, like Detroit. "That's Spit," the fourth track from his upcoming A Breathtaking Trip To That Otherside, pairs his grimy, grease-smeared production with his sullen, plugged-up mutter, which sounds like someone who's been nursing a head cold with multiple bong rips. The beat is a watery blear of heavily reverb'd drums, pitch-warped vocals, and seasick dub atmospherics. This is music for introverts, better suited for headphone spaces and basement bedrooms than car stereos. If you pulled it out into the Cali sunshine, it would probably wilt in seconds. Deep in the recesses of his brain, Spit is making L.A. horror rap.