Justin Rosolino understands that cutting your teeth in Atlanta’s acoustic-music scene as a 20-something troubadour invites a pesky flood of knee-jerk comparisons to the town’s former Mayer. But Rosolino’s sophomore effort, Wonderlust, proves with its tasty blend of bluegrass and rock that there’s more than enough room for another local talent to emerge. When “St. Francis” opens the album with its sweet mandolin line, you intuitively sense that Rosolino will succeed in pushing the traditional singer/songwriter envelope. A testament to his unflagging proficiency on the guitar, Rosolino ends the album with a hidden bonus track featuring an acoustic breakdown, that’d be worthy competition at any regional picking contest. Wonderlust doesn’t trip up often but a few of its down-tempo songs, even while showcasing Rosolino’s soft-but-ample tenor, can grow a bit monotonous. However, the album’s eclectic, intelligent mix of textures and instrumentation should keep Rosolino from getting mobbed by Tiger Beat journalists, while (more importantly) establishing him as a respected singer/songwriter among his peers.