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 whose crunchy riffs aren't pulled from the cliché bin. The "problem" has been that they weren't heavy or tortured enough to ride the nü-metal wave, they're not nearly as ClearChannel-slick as Canuck countrymen Nickelback and Default, and they've been unwilling to custom-fit their tunes to those prevailing trends.
But now, more than six months after the band's self-titled third album was released to commercial ambivalence, mainstream radio has suddenly latched onto "One Thing," Finger Eleven's plaintive, semi-acoustic ode to regret. Which means that the band has gotten to second base, but can it finally score? Probably not, but fuck it -- the group'll redirect all that frustrated energy into a damn good, no-frills rock show. Lucky you!