Suénalo fever. With its contagious congas and conch shells, Miami 10-piece Suénalo Sound System gets hips shaking.

“Marcel “The Funk Pusher” Lecours, the manager of Suénalo Sound System, is watching all 10 members of the Little Havana-based band stare into the lens of a single TV camera. “I don’t even know who we’re doing this for,” Lecours admits. “Some TV station in Colombia, I think. But I don’t care who they are. I’m in ass-kissing mode. We’ll smile for anybody.”

And that’s exactly what the band members do, as the camera scans from grinning musician to grinning musician. It’s difficult not to envision this ever-evolving group as some PR madman’s idea of the international boy band of jam bands. The musicians’ hometowns range from Paris to Caracas, Venezuela, and the personalities include an angel-faced hip-hop guy, a scruffy trucker-hat wearer, a Rasta man, a Johnny Knoxville Jr. in dark shades, a cartoon-Afro boy ”¦ “And a half-Jew,” guitarist Phil Maranges adds with a laugh.”

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