From the department of dumb ideas comes a jazz recreation of The Rite of Spring. Self-censorship is an important part of the artist's armor, and there are some ideas that should simply strike you as bad even before you attempt them. The original Rite of Spring is already as much jazz incarnate as anything by Mingus or Sun Ra.
And this group doesn't even try. It's just a literal rendering of Sacre for a Jazz combo. What's the point? Some pieces, regardless of genre, are simply too perfect to be fucked with. There is very little (unless you're Leonard Bernstein or Valery Gergiev) that you can do to the Rite of Spring to improve it.
(How to improve the Rite of Spring. Play the shit out of the piece. That's what Esa-Pekka Salonen, the reigning world champion Stravinskian, does.)