I am tempted to think that Cindy was born for dancehall, nothing else. She found her footing. She found her calling. The former Blu*3 chanteuse, after her infamous dismissal from the popular girl group, she yakked away alone in the rowdy waters that is Uganda music. Stakes were against her, truthfully. Naysayers and pretentious music purists wrote her off. They stared down at their watches and waited for her demise. She didn’t. Luckily. She has been at the apex of dancehall music ever since.
And Dat Dat, besides the seemingly corny name, is a typical dancehall track that won’t leave you seated. She lifted the song off the ground and ran away with it. And she did it in infinite delight. She, clearly, had fun with the song. Something that tends to reveal that Cindy is, indeed, a talented little lass. And if there is something that she should put her oars in, it should be dancehall. It is mirrored on Dat Dat because, that, that right there is a darned piece of music.
She sings in terrifying patois, something that is familiar with Ugandan artistes, especially the dancehall cult. Nonetheless, she trudges on with the song and she does it nicely, with her sheer prowess reeking off the whole track. Dat Dat, to me, was salvaged by the heavy beat; that darned instrumentation that gives the song a duvet to seek a solitary existence.
Dat Dat is a darned good song, with Cindy pouring her vitriol on the song, which isn’t problem, you know. We won’t hold anything against a girl who has tasted a troubled life. That…that Dat Dat is an amazing song. Something we expect Cindy to come up with.
Reviewed by Nimusiima