What a time it is to be alive when the influence of largely unsung indie bands of the past can be found in any given corner of the internet. In the case of Cindy Lou’s “Cups,” I hear Pinback or American Analog Set, any one of those folky early aughts bands who reveled in the quietude of a living room. “Cups” takes it in an even more intimate direction, a transient and bittersweet transmission from the space of the bedroom. The somewhat enigmatic Pennsylvania artist mutters beneath a finger-picked riff that I can only imagine being played by lamplight. Chimes warble warmly and a crackling voice memo loops, every unassuming element coming together in a halcyon swirl.