Portland's Tender Age make bedroom pop, but the bedroom is windowless and lit by a single red bulb, with a portable TV glitching between fuzzy static and the nightly news. That's what their new EP, Disappear Here, sounds like, anyway—sweet, airy vocals suspended in a dreamlike state, waking suddenly to the TV's harsh, milky glare and droning background noise. These lacy melodies are veiled, but not unreachable within Tender Age's four walls of wailing, eerie guitar feedback. The unexpectedness of the group's soundbite interjections feels like you're dozing off during Cheers and waking up to 60 Minutes. Keep an eye out for Tender Age's debut full-length, tentatively scheduled for an August release on Sinis Recordings. CIARA DOLAN