In an era where sonic reinvention is so highly prized, there’s something to be said for a career-long consistency of sound. There’s even more to be said for consistency across an album. Johnny Panic’s sophomore album straddles a span of rock and punk styles, settling on one long enough for a glimmer of promise to emerge before bounding off to their next befuddling choice. Uniting them all is Rob Solly’s clarion voice, which appears even more sublime once you learn that he moonlights as a cage-fighter (really, his first paid fight was last month). ‘Stay’ is brooding, surf-rockabilly, ‘Gone’ is ‘100 Broken Windows’-era Idlewild with the dirt cleaned out from behind its ears and ‘Never Me’ sounds like an Embrace offcut with a few jaggy Foo Fighter refrains thrown in just to make it completely unlistenable. Johnny Panic: jacks of all trades, masters of some.