The film itself — a glossy, melodramatic triangle of longing, betrayal and neon-lit romance — launched a soundtrack that wouldn't merely accompany scenes but inhabit them. Songs thumped in taxis, hummed in elevators, and splintered conversations into lines of lyric. But it was the superior-capture FLAC work, shared in secret corners of music forums and passed thumbdrive-to-thumbdrive, that treated the soundtrack like a reliquary: lossless, louder, intimate.