It's not happening.
Despite the best efforts of his media cheerleaders (NME) and celebrity pals (Alex Turner, Paul Weller, Noel Gallagher), Miles Kane's apparent belief that a clip-on mod haircut, an electric guitar and a commitment to the spurious concept of "real music" should somehow entitle you to rock-star status has so far flopped abysmally.
Left to his own devices, "the other one" in The Last Shadow Puppets has yet to score anything near a hit single, and all that hype wasn't enough to push his debut album into the top 10. Now aged 27, he's already been undercut as the Great White Hope of retro rock first by the teenage Jake Bugg, then by the even younger Strypes, leaving Kane looking like a grandad in comparison.
For the time being, however, the Kane camp are gamely giving it another punt, with a second solo album. Its chances are boosted by Ian Broudie's bright, bold production, but, apart from one obligatory Beatlesy ballad, it's full of route-one glam-rock stompers with not a single interesting or original twist and lazy stuff-that-rhymes lyrics.
If this one doesn't do the business, surely even NME will be having a word with Kane to take the hint of his own song title: "Give Up".