Black Golden Bull has always been interested in the formality of old language, including that typically heard in traditional Christmas music. But BGB didn't plan on making a Christmas song. It just kinda happened on accident. It should be noted that this is not Bing Crosby's Christmas. This is Tom Waits' Christmas drinking whiskey with Johnny Cash's Christmas in an otherwise empty bar. What could be more sad than a lone rider on a snow-swept plain on Christmas eve, trying desperately to find his way home?
A note from the label:
At Non Entity Labs, we’re not interested in faces, egos, photos of faces on covers of magazines, (un)interesting poses, et al. We are, however, interested in beautiful sounds, good intentions, a desire to make something without the need for validation, the value of metaphor in our daily lives, and so on. We're not trying to be cool or obtuse or artsy, here. And we don’t take ourselves too seriously. But we take the idea of being a non entity very seriously. Black Golden Bull is a perfect example of a non entity. Black Golden Bull doesn't actually exist. There's just these conglomerations of sad sounds (that we happen to love) floating in space, both cyber and beyond. You won't see names and photos of bearded faces (we imagine them bearded) in the liner notes. Just some pertinent info. We're not here to get famous or make anyone else famous. We just want to make something and maintain some integrity in the process.
BGB is often compared with the likes of Sufjan Stevens, Ray LeMontagne, Johnny Cash, Nick Drake, Elliott Smith, Sons of the Pioneers, and the like. Which is great for us, because we’re huge fans of all those folks and more.