By Nimusiima
There is always something with upcoming artistes; their burning anger, their insatiable thirst and their unbridled enthusiasm. They dream big. They brave extremes. They are never afraid to try out anything. It could be substandard, yes, but at least, they would have thrown darts at it. And all that can be said of AB (Abaho Baker) and STOT (Stot Guma). They are largely unknown kids but armed to the teeth with a talent that can sink the Titanic. When I first listened in to their single titled Bwobeyo, first thing that sprung in my dawn mind was, “Wait, a blogging minute, we have found the new Radio & Weasel.”
Produced by the popular Swangz Avenue, Bwobweyo has been gathering dust from the world of under the bed. It has stayed on earth for a considerable period of time and it is only now that it is seeing the smidgen of light, that it is enjoying its fair share of fame. If you have a good ear for dance hall music, I guarantee you, you will love this track. It is effortless. It is flawless. Too perfect for kids with absolutely no music background. AB lends his vocals on the track. You could hear that the kid has something up his sleeves. He croons. Much as he seems to struggle with his own vocals, you will cut him some slack for being a minor. However, the song takes a tangible angle as STOT falls in unannounced. Completely akin to Weasel, he goes up to the races. Spitting and holding the song hostage. He seems to be enjoying his moments on the track. I love his baritone voice that can literally shake the plutonic plates.
The production feasts a giant chunk of credit here. I am told Vince Musisi was behind this. And he was at his best. He offers a typical dance beat on which the song seats and feels comfy. Amidst the song, it holds its breath for a fleeting moment, the beat choking through on its own. This is the best part of this song. And it takes a working brain to not only appreciate that, but also to put that piece of art together. The song is about the lamentations of a lover boy who has sleepless nights because his girlfriend is miles away from him.
As the song fades away, I still ponder on whether to label these lads the next Radio & Weasel. And I am immensely tempted to give them the high billed crown. They have the right stuff in their bag of tricks. They have the right vocals to shock the nation with their sheer craftsmanship. And they are too young with a large blank space to develop their craft. To this, I say, kudos, guys. This is your time to shine.
Listen to the song below:
