From its 1996 founding through its ten-year anniversary, Stones Throw had established itself as a remarkably eclectic label: driven by the visions of founder Peanut Butter Wolf, artists like Madlib and J Dilla, and the curatorial savvy of reissue majordomo Egon, it dove deeper into the odder outer reaches of hip-hop and its inspirations than any other indie. Cultivating a culture and aesthetic that still maintained a deep connection to hip-hop’s roots while finding countless new avenues through which to express it often made Stones Throw resemble a 21st Century West Coast update of the early ’80s NYC uptown-meets-downtown art-rap aesthetic that gave us Basquiat in Blondie videos and Liquid Liquid interpolations in Melle Mel tracks — except nobody seemed like a newcomer to a nascent culture, instead having lived and breathed within its boundaries to the point where those boundaries were fearlessly redrawn outwards.
With a roster that was either steeped in hip-hop since juvenile times or fulfilled the deeper promise in a once-lost world of cratedigging obscurities, the second decade of Stones Throw continued their bi-coastal-to-international outreach while still putting out reissues and new works that spoke deeply to the label’s Cali roots from classic electro to g-funk futurism. And while the passing of Dilla, the departure of Madlib to form his own label, and the exodus of Egon over creative differences changed the shape of the label noticeably, the foundations they helped build were strong enough to support many more years of curious art, whether it was hi-performance underground rap, psychedelia of uncanny provenance, low budget/hi-fidelity synth jams, or — most appropriately — some intersection of all three.