Ben Gibbard, I'm on to you. Er, uh, we are. Dang.

You can run, Ben Gibbard. But you can't hide. You can tease me and come to Madison, only to sell out tickets in less than a week.

Go ahead. Try to run. Not with my music-snob sweetie. I say "sic 'em" to my fiance, he drags Ben Gibbard's work to me.

That is neither here nor there.

I -- no, we -- found him: here. As a nameless member/contributor to Dntlel. And no, I didn't spell it wrong. I love Ben so much I don't care if he forgets vowels are cool.

But, seriously, it's good ol' electronica/indie fun. It'll make your ears happy. Take a listen.