Today you can’t toss a guitar pick without clipping a synth-tickling indie-rock softy. But in 2003, when Death Cab for Cutie‘s Ben Gibbard traded tapes through the mail with Jimmy Tamborello (dance handle: Dntel), the one-off result felt like discovering a rock-scene chill room on high-purity drugs. The album runs as brisk and cleansing as ever, with frenetic, fragile clubland beats locking in with Gibbard’s breathy spy-cam observations and Jenny Lewis’ meek harmonies. The remixes on this two-disc reissue add nothing, but the two unearthed tracks are fantastic. This odd-couple fling is well worth savoring.