You want to know what’s really gutting country music? It’s not TikTok. It’s not Morgan Wallen skipping award shows. And it sure as hell isn’t the artists fighting to keep things honest. It’s the damn record labels.

Cody Jinks said it best, “The labels have just taken all of the balls, just completely neutered country music.” That wasn’t some hot take for headlines. That was a lifer calling it like he sees it, and he’s not wrong. Labels today don’t want grit, scars, or road-earned chops. They want compliance. They want convenience. They want artists they can dress up, dumb down, and cash in on by the time their first single hits 10 million streams.

That’s why when Morgan Wallen won Entertainer of the Year and didn’t even bother to show up, Jinks didn’t bat an eye. In fact, he applauded it. “You know who doesn’t give a sh*t about them and does that to everything they tell him? Morgan Wallen,” he said on the Like A Farmer podcast. “I think the guy’s funny. He’s got it figured out. Morgan, you beat the system, sir. Great job, buddy.”

See, this isn’t about breaking rules just to break them. This is about staying true to country while the people running the show are trying to replace it with a safe, polished version of itself. Wallen didn’t get where he is because of label strategy or industry handouts. He got there in spite of it. The same way Jinks did. The same way Cody Johnson is still doing it, despite getting iced out by the very institutions that pretend to celebrate “real country.”

Let’s be clear. This isn’t some wide-open pass to any outsider with a guitar and a gimmick. We’re not here to celebrate cross-genre tourists who only put on the cowboy hat when it’s time to pick up a trophy. When Beyoncé dropped Cowboy Carter and said, “This ain’t a country album,” she made her position loud and clear. She wanted the optics, not the roots. She wasn’t paying dues. She was cashing in.

Wallen didn’t do that. He never left the genre to make it big. He planted himself inside country and pushed back when the system tried to fence him out. That’s the kind of rebellion Jinks respects. Not the surface-level cowboy cosplay. The real, boots-on-stage, fans-before-industry kind of rebellion.

Jinks knows what it means to earn it the hard way. “We cut our teeth driving around the country,” he said. “There was one time in Madison, Wisconsin, we had as many people in the crowd as we did in the band. And we had a four-piece.” That’s the dirt-under-the-nails kind of grind the labels can’t fake.

So when he takes a swing at the machine, it’s not bitterness. It’s truth. The record labels aren’t pushing country forward. They’re gutting it from the inside. They want safe. They want sterile. They want to control every chord, every lyric, every step. And when someone doesn’t play along, they pretend he’s not there… until the fans make ignoring him impossible.

That’s what Morgan Wallen just did. And Cody Jinks saw it for exactly what it was.

It wasn’t disrespect. It was freedom. And it’s about damn time someone in this business called it what it is.