Your appreciation for this solo effort from Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros man Alex Ebert may be coloured by your tolerance for the modern day dandy: gentlemen who moon about, being infuriatingly creative at times; at others you just wonder 'what is this shit?' and insist they get a proper job. So it is with Alexander, with its flourishes of ramshackle pop-folk like 'Awake My Body' and 'Let's Win' or the weary 'Glimpses' that brings the album to a slightly swelling finale before fading out again. Ebert makes the whole affair sound effortless, which perhaps also explains the album's weaker aspects, those moments when an idea is not fully explored or sounds half-hearted, as if he had an eye on his main band or other side-project Ima Robot. So enough to justify investigation, with the caveat that this may be the work of someone spreading themselves just a little thin.