This is San Franciscan indie pop from a quintet haunted by the extremely chilled-out ghost of the Smiths. Fragile surf guitars and airy vocals inhabit plaintive songs of loss on this 2008 debut. Anyone who likes the lights dim, misses the days of Red House Painters but is looking for a little more swing, and just gave up on another relationship will find a few things to hold onto with Old Home Movies. Chris Bell (sad, sad, sad) and the Beach Boys (lotsa quiet harmonies) are in here, too. Things start getting real fun around "The Reviewer" and "New Room."