San Francisco band Film School's brand of music is an anguished yet expertly resurrected form of shoegaze; it's Slowdive for the new millennium. One of the tracks from its debut, "He's a Deep Deep Lake," sounds as if it were taken from Lush's catalog, and another cut, "Harmed," copies Ride's rollicking drum patterns. It's all very pretty, and the musicianship is excellent. But the songs aren't remarkable, and only vocalist Krayg Burton, whose hiccupping, bruised vocals are heavier than the music itself, truly stands out. "Take a look inside/Now keep it to yourself," he sings on "Pitfalls." The lyrics of adolescent games and hidden feelings are appropriate for a band that treasures melodic sentimentality over everything else.