Much as Daxx Kartel sings in an alien, unusual style, his videos always carry themselves with wit. The lad who confessed to be versed with Latin comes with Ryomboka. It tends to borrow its routes from Lingala, and the video shows lads wiggling their waists, throwing their legs sideways, going up-and-down on a street. Daxx, with his blinding red hairdo, chips in hemorrhaging his bollocks, fast as though he is paid top dollar per word he spews.
To me, the video looks crowded. It looks as though he called a million people to come and dance in front of the camera. You painfully struggle through the whole video. Creativity seems to have been folded gently and thrown out of the window. It brings on board minors who dance to the beat of the Mayan drums banged and pelted by Daxx Kartel. It is an eye-sore, really. But Daxx needs to be cut some slack for tumbling on the scene with his own style. It is reciprocated in his videos. They always have something unique hovering on them. They are unique; his dress-code sticks out like a hurting thumb.
He never looked a tad different in the Ryomboka video. Honestly, I don’t know what Ryomboka means. I squinted my eyes to have a glimpse of its meaning in the video but it all proved sheer futility. All I see are folks dancing themselves lame. Whatever it is, it is a failed coinage. The video seems to lack a smidgen of creativity. Whatever the director was smoking, or thinking, only the gods know. Daxx Kartel, however, needs to put subtitles to his songs for his ardent fans to click what he is saying. Someone tell Daxx. Someone. Anyone!
Reviewed by Nimusiima
