So last week, our fearless and/or hapless panel of rock critics finally knocked one out of the park, proving a whopping 68 percent of writers can name all three members of Sleater-Kinney. Our seven-week parade of humiliation finally turned to a brief moment of joy as our nationwide panel rose up and shouted, "Yes! We actually know something (as long it was made by white people in the last 10 years)!" So as not to rest on our laurels, I figured we should bring it back to the ritual bloodbaths of shaming. So this week, we asked our panel of 15 music critics:
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How many musicians can you name that played on Miles Davis's Bitches Brew?
That's right, it's jazz, you fuckers! It's the stuff that every rock critic swears he or she listens to but secretly fears you'll ask for even a modicum of elaboration. We figured we'd give our panel a leg up by picking what is probably the most important jazz record of the last 45 years (sorry, A Taste of Bublé). It's pretty much one of the most visible influences on your Flaming Lips and your Oneidas and your Mars Voltas, and probably even some jazz people, too, if we could name any. So we cobbled a consortium of 16 professional and semi-professional rock critics, all given the usual rules:
1. I will not identify you AT ALL, so it is OK to be wrong. [We will say that our esteemed panel edits magazines, websites, and alt-weeklies. They have written for pretty much every outlet you've ever heard of, from Rolling Stone to Spin to Billboard.]
2. You can't use Google.
Will our panel run the voodoo down, or will they be feeling kind of blue? More »