Though it’s self-titled, this pulsating post-rock album is the second full-length from San Francisco’s Film School (the first was released in 2001) and is, so far, among the best releases of this year. The sound, which I’d kind of like to eat, is effervescent with droning guitars, intriguing percussion and songs whose styles vary from grandiose Pegasus-soaring-through-the-air psychedelic rock to basic mid-'90s-tight-pants indie. Tracks 4, 5 and 6 are the juiciest nuggets.