Straight Outta Low Trash

 YouTuber Pat Finnerty recently posted a video about a song that shouldn't exist. Country duo LoCash, formerly known as LoCash Cowboys, listened to Stevie Wonder's "Isn't She Lovely," a song written about the birth of his first child, and decided it was pretty good, but needed more pickup trucks. Early in 2025, this remarkable synergy produced "Isn't She Country?" 

Finnerty's material, all of it, is exceptionally funny and insightful. Watch it. "Isn't She Country" is an abomination. To the credit of YouTube commenters, most of the feedback on the LoCash video is negative, with some calling it the worst song ever. Tragically, this isn't true for the same reason Kid Rock's "All Summer Long" isn't the worst song ever: there's still a good melody. 

In about half an hour, Finnerty breaks down the creative bankruptcy of LoCash, as well as other recent interpolations by Machine Gun Kelly, Jake Owen, among others. A couple of points not covered in the video bear mention. 

Harlem studio owner Burnetta "Bunny" Jones collaborated with Stevie Wonder on "Isn't She Lovely," although she does not hold an official writing credit. "Isn't She Country" credits four additional songwriters. Four. They had a ready made melody, all they had to do was write much worse lyrics, and that required input from four people. 

Many modern critics, including Finnerty in previous videos, have addressed the seemingly excessive number of songwriters in current popular music. It's certainly possible to make a case that too few creators were credited in the past. Maybe Bunny Jones should have been included for "Isn't She Lovely?" Or Billy Preston for "Get Back." Or Mick Taylor for several Rolling Stones' tracks. Still, how on Earth did it take four more writers to transform Willie Nelson's "On the Road Again" into Jake Owen's "On the Boat Again?"

https://www.sessiondays.com/2022/01/1976-stevie-wonder-isnt-she-lovely-uk94/

A Google search for the term "locash" shows nothing except results for the dreaded duo, but Locash is the fictional hometown of rappers Gusto, Dead Mike, and Stab Master Arson in the 1993 satirical film CB4. Even the pair's name is a ripoff. Which should be fine. Steely Dan got their name from William S Burroughs, The Rolling Stones from Muddy Waters, the Boomtown Rats from Woody Guthrie, the Wu Tang Clan from a Kung Fu movie, I Don't Know How But They Found Me from Back To The Future. Somehow, though, it's not fine. Does Locash know the origin of the name? Do they believe they thought of it themselves? This is what happens when the absence of originality becomes an artist's most notable attribute. 

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