The bright and beautiful people at High Focus have unearthed an extraordinary young talent in Brighton's Ocean Wisdom. It's one thing to spit at relativistic speeds (Daddy Freddy, eat your larynx out) but quite another to combine such dizzying verbal gymnastics with wordplay that would shame a poet laureate. Add in Dirty Dike's grungy production and you have a stone cold killer of an EP. More please.
Favorite track: Walkin'.