I'm suspicious of "fun" bands who lack a calling-card single. Where would Electric Six be without "Gay Bar" or "Danger! High Voltage?" Right, the same place they ended up, but at least the name rings a bell. Goldie Lookin' Chain fare not so lucky.

I think "Marina Gasolina" is Brazilian trio Bonde do Rolê's belated attempt to remedy this blog-band faux pas, unless the track that sampled Alice in Chains' "Man in the Box" counts. And I say "belated" because, even though 2007 is the year of the band's first album, their hype trail ran out before they even got American distribution, and then nothing on the solid With Lasers pulled an underground hit out of its hat. Free of its trash-rock obsessed album, "Marina Gasolina" resembles more traditional Baile funk with its Fergie-like chanting, shitty drum mix and fart-bubble tuba loop. Its clearest English goes "Meet me after school and I'll beat you like gorilla," but it still winds up a pretty good song despite those horrid odds.

Problem is, beyond their attenuation for samples too cheesy for any post-Fatboy Slim DJs to slip into their set, a whole record by this group still sounds like its duties could be eclipsed by an iPod loaded with random Baile funk, except for "Miami Beach," which flubs their one breakout attempt by trying to rhyme the title lyric with "filthy rich." As such, the most artful moments on Marina Gasolina come from the saving grace of other people's remixes.

Peaches, of all people, throws down a nasty synth riff on the title tune, while the increasingly respectable Cansei De Ser Sexy turn "Office Boy" into a tunefully bent robo-disco jam. Architecture in Helsinki's mix includes a fake hair-metal guitar riff and a goofy steel drum coda, and the first of the two "Solta o Frango" mixes nails all the surf-guitar-miming synths anyone needs. The originators should take a page from these additives, as their carefree tinkering ultimately colors the former sample-plus-drums outlines.

Since it's more likely they get the attention they do for their Diplo connection than their rhymes about licking whores' assholes, they don't need to be ashamed of the fact there's not much to their sound, and "Marina Gasolina" is a good start. I don't doubt that a Bonde do Rolê show is a party and a half, or that bands like this could give a fuck about their reviews, but no one wants to be improved by their remixers.