Finger Eleven

For six long years, the Canadian quintet Finger Eleven must have regarded America as a stubborn virgin on prom night: No matter how hard they worked it, they just couldn't get lucky. Despite some well-crafted hard-rock albums, a whole lotta U.S. touring, and even a hearty push from labelmates Creed (when that actually carried some weight), nothing could get the band on our airwaves for more than five minutes.

Rock hard: Finger Eleven breaks into U.S. airwaves.

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It's not for lack of talent or quality songs. Finger Eleven has a powerful, distinctive singer in Scott Anderson, and a couple of guitarists who don't pull their crunchy riffs from the cliché bin. The "problem" has been that they weren't heavy or tortured enough to ride the nü-metal wave, and they're not nearly as Clear Channel-ready as slick Canuck countrymen Nickelback and Default.

But now, nine months after the band's self-titled third album was released to commercial ambivalence, mainstream radio has latched onto "One Thing" -- Finger Eleven's plaintive, semi-acoustic ode to regret -- in a huge way. So they've gotten to second base. Can they score? Probably not, but fuck it -- the group'll redirect all that frustrated energy into a damn good, no-frills rock show. Lucky you!