An unquestionably rich soundscape, Carlos Giffoni’s 3-inch is just 21 minutes but sounds like a whole CD collection put into an electric egg-beater and eaten by a six-head insect that vomits sound fragments all around while flying zig-zag trajectories. Noise eruptions, minimalist orgasms, skipping discs and decomposed organs play their fundamental role in a piece which is intelligent and funny, with nary a moment of dullness. Giffoni is rapidly establishing his name around; based on this work the credit is deserved.