You flip through the crate the way you would in a real shop. Pull a record out and the room fades to one flat color taken from that sleeve; the record slides out, and the credits are printed on the back like on an album. The pages still in progress sit in factory shrink-wrap, blurred under the film. While the shop loads, a record label spins up to exactly 33⅓ turns a minute, in step with how much has really loaded.