You might know Alexander Ebert as the hippie-with-a-Jesus-beard frontman of Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. After years on the music scene working various projects (Edward Sharpe being the most prominent), Ebert has gone solo, releasing his self-titled debut earlier this year. “Alexander” showcases the same sort of California hippie-on-acid vibes, composing his melodies out of whistles and ooohs and aaahhs and hand claps and yodels. His music has this organic, olive oil and whole grain sort of feel that relinquishes its general folk-rock eccentricity. Between the buckwheat melodies and lyrics about moonshine you feel lost somewhere in the 1970s amidst adolescent drug culture and Bob Dylan’s latest record. It just might make you want to kick your shoes off and grow your hair out but please, don’t disregard your hygiene.
