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...and they have a fresh mixtape sitting at the bottom of this post, right after you read their quirky as f*#$ biography and learn a little more about the Monastery shredders! Enjoi.
When Mr. Filgo Faggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his elventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton. The excitement came not from this unprecedented age of maturity, but from the announcement of two little Fingas that would be serve to be the light of his party, sending all guests into an uncontrollable fit of rhythm and frenzy.
The story starts for these two unlikely appendages in far reaches of Middle Earth where the air is thick with the fowl stench of Orc. It was in these lands, The Valley of Mordor to be precise, that an all powerful Lord created not one but two rings which was said to have control over every persons dancing shoes. Unbeknownst to these little Fingas, these rings lied in the most unlikely of all places; Burke’s backyard. While playing a round of mini golf on the back nine of Burke’s backyard, Finga 1 and Finga 2 both reached for the hole to receive their balls when a nearby blimp caught fire and came crashing down on Burke’s house. Shocked and dazed by what had just happened, the two little Fingas skipped to offer a Scotch finger and some milk to any survivors. Sadly; Burke was the only person still alive. However, Burke lay there weak clasping two shiny little rings. “Take my precious, get ya Jigg on and go destroy dance floors til somebody lets the cat out of the bag...”. Little to their knowledge, that day would change the course of history for Middle Earth forever, creating an indestructible force of nature that not even the Volcanoes of Mordor can destroy: FINGAJIGG.
Fingajigg - Fingabangin' Bangers (July 2009)
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...and they have a fresh mixtape sitting at the bottom of this post, right after you read their quirky as f*#$ biography and learn a little more about the Monastery shredders! Enjoi.
When Mr. Filgo Faggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his elventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton. The excitement came not from this unprecedented age of maturity, but from the announcement of two little Fingas that would be serve to be the light of his party, sending all guests into an uncontrollable fit of rhythm and frenzy.
The story starts for these two unlikely appendages in far reaches of Middle Earth where the air is thick with the fowl stench of Orc. It was in these lands, The Valley of Mordor to be precise, that an all powerful Lord created not one but two rings which was said to have control over every persons dancing shoes. Unbeknownst to these little Fingas, these rings lied in the most unlikely of all places; Burke’s backyard. While playing a round of mini golf on the back nine of Burke’s backyard, Finga 1 and Finga 2 both reached for the hole to receive their balls when a nearby blimp caught fire and came crashing down on Burke’s house. Shocked and dazed by what had just happened, the two little Fingas skipped to offer a Scotch finger and some milk to any survivors. Sadly; Burke was the only person still alive. However, Burke lay there weak clasping two shiny little rings. “Take my precious, get ya Jigg on and go destroy dance floors til somebody lets the cat out of the bag...”. Little to their knowledge, that day would change the course of history for Middle Earth forever, creating an indestructible force of nature that not even the Volcanoes of Mordor can destroy: FINGAJIGG.
Fingajigg - Fingabangin' Bangers (July 2009)
Fingajigg on Facebook
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