Finger Lickin’ Good
| Title | Finger Lickin’ Good |
|---|---|
| Artist | Beastie Boys |
| Album | Check Your Head |
| Release Date | 1992-04-21 |
| Description | “Finger Lickin' Good” is Track 6 on Beastie Boys' third (full-length) LP Check Your Head. Writing credit is shared by: Beastie Boys, Mario Caldato, & Wendell Fite. Mike D & MCA go line-for-line as Adrock scratches over an instrumental track performed by: Adam Yauch (bass) Michael Diamond (drums) Adam Horovitz (guitar) Mark Nishita (D6, Clav, Organ, Wurlitzer) Drew Lawrence (tamboura, mridunga) It was recorded and mixed at G-Son Studios, Atwater Village, CA, Co-produced by Beastie Boys & Mario C with Mario C acting as engineer. After sequencing at PCP Labs, the album was released on 4.21.1992. Samples include: “Just Like Tom Thumb’s Blues“ by Bob Dylan, from the album, Highway 61 Revisited (1965) “Breakout“ by Johnny "Hammond” Smith, from the album, Breakout (1971) “Three for the Festival“ by Rashaan Roland Kirk, from the album, We Free Kings (1961) “Dance to the Music“ by Sly & the Family Stone, from the single, "Dance to the Music/Sing a Simple Song” (1979) In concert, the chorus to “Finger Lickin' Good” was often incorporated in renditions of “Shake Your Rump“. However, ”FLG“ was played as a stand alone number in just eight concerts. 1st Known Performance: 5.17.1992 — Michigan State University, East Lansing, MI, US https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=TUE5C139eWw Last known Performance: 11.24.1992 — Universal Amphitheatre, Los Angeles, CA, US |
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