Essex boy Dream McLean has been tipped by Radio 1 stalwarts Annie Mac and Zane Lowe, toured with Professor Green and Rizzle Kicks, and signed to Chase & Status' record label. There are a lot of big names vouching for the young MC. It really is only a matter of time before he ascends above the underground level he's at now – the calibre of grime-pop on offer his Weatherman EP is genuinely astounding. His tracks retain integrity despite the lavish pop varnish that drips off the four-track release. He's set to usurp Tinie Tempah as the crown prince of grime-pop; Dizzie's great 'n' all, but his barrage of yells are fatiguing on the ears – 'Bassline Junkie' just plain hurts. McLean has brutal wit, liquid lyrics and fizzing dance beats unmatched in the current UK climate. Geddit, climate? Cause of the Weatherman thing? Moving on...

The title track glistens. It's a visceral, cynical blast at his burgeoning fame – "She says 'I ain't usually the type to do this/ but I'm in love with you buddy and I really like your music'/ I said bullshit, my music's all shit..." and ode to chemical-induced casual flings: "She said 'I just took a pill so don't take advantage'" (or "I just woke up still drunk and I ain't wearin' clothes... oh well..."). The most obvious thing about McLean is his crystal flow; his words are biting and fluid, they're obviously effortless lyrical tentacles that writhe and wrap around your brain making you snigger to yourself. His voice is high in the mix, but if you're done concentrating what he's got to say, there's plenty of champagne-bubble-synths and rock beats to keen you intrigued. It's primed for the dancefloor and sweaty cellar clubs with overpriced VIP booths.

'Titanic', featuring one of McLean's pals, Siris, swaggers into focus with gospel choirs, thumping bass and an 80s hair-metal guitar. It's reminiscent of Eminem's 'Like Toy Soldiers' in tone – painfully melodramatic – though nothing alike in terms of content. Instead of being a gangland epitaph, it's a bitter drug-addled ditty attacking stuck-up 'bitches' with a liberal coating of f-bombs: "Fuck a girl, no seriously fuck a girl/ I already gave a fuck, why should I give a fuck as well? Fuckin' hell..." The chorus is a bit silly, but otherwise it's a pretty anthemic diss track.

Dream McLean clearly has a bright future ahead of him – with all the celebrity endorsements/friends in high places, there's no doubt that his connections will help. However, his raw talent is what got him noticed by them in the first place; his gritty, dance-lacquered grime-pop is riddled with hooks and sharp turns of phrase. Currently an unsung hero, he's bound to break through any day now with so many people singing his praises.