Cerberus seeks to document the spate of home recorders and backyard labels pressing limited-run LPs, 7-inches, cassettes, and objet d’art with unique packaging and unknown sound. We love everything about the overlooked or unappreciated. If you feel you fit such a category, email us here.
Shade-winking, self-mythologizing defiance, and the trap house code
Common sins, lip-quivering catharsis, and sub-aquatic murk
“I’m happy I’m able to carry on doing this, instead of working somewhere, you know, normal.”