Anyone who's experienced the wonder and magic of the Secret Garden Party will know full well just how hard it is to capture its essence in its entirety through mere language. For Secret Garden Party is so much more than just a festival - it's a weekend where anything and everything goes, where all normal laws of social interaction and interpretation are thrown out the proverbial window, and most importantly, where hedonism - in all its shapes and forms - takes complete precedence. With that said - my job as a reviewer was to try and do just that so here it goes...

Having been to the festival the year before for the first time, arriving at the site in Cambridgshire on the Friday afternoon came with a sense of homecoming and excitement. As per usual, the site was dotted with art installations, hay bails, and a general array of weird and wonderful creations that make the SGP site - in my humble opinion - one of the very best. These areas are like festivals within festivals - each with their own microcosm of people, music, and general vibes, leading to the most fantastic array of experiences as one drifts from one to another - something I found myself partial to on occasion throughout the three days.

Musically - and that's what we're here to talk about after all - 2014 saw one of its strongest line ups to date and a highlight for many was final night headliner Fat Freddy's Drop - who had the entire main stage crowd bouncing like a sea of free-lovin' slinkys - the press tent tabletop revelers included. 405 favourites and Mausi also unsurprisingly 'killed it' - leaving their crowds in similar states of euphoria. Jack Garrett also impressed with a set that left many pleasantly surprised - myself included - as did a thumping set from, well, Thumpers.

Other musical highlights saw a perfectly timed afternoon set from Morcheeba ring out against the backdrop of the infamous sun-laden SGP lake, and also an early afternoon set from London-based The Mispers, which drew a crowd worthy of a much later time slot. Arguably though, the best set of the weekend for me came from the wonderful Palace who donned the Crossroads on a hazy Sunday afternoon, perfectly matching their laidback sound - akin to a sonic valium.

Outside of the music, organisers once again left mouths, eyes, and minds wide open and fully blown with the likes of a Narnia-esque sunflower field (whose entrance was disguised as a portaloo), secret stages dotted around the site, and the most mind-blowing fireworks display I've ever seen. On top of this, the now infamous paint fight left spirits high and faces fully covered as the festival drew to a close on the Sunday. Other notable highlights included a high high-jump (exactly what that entailed I will leave up to your own imagination), a full-house bump'n'grind tutorial, some whiplash-inducing and highly entertaining bubble football matches, and of course, the always enthralling dance-off arena - which this year saw a special appearance from the one and only Devo.

Even writing this now, I'm filled with a sense of unparalleled nostalgia and a longing to go back as I sit in a sullenly lit office in Central London. And leaving the site on that hazy Monday morning, I couldn't help but get the sense that even though this place is just a field in Cambridgeshire - it's so much more than that. For this field represents a microcosm of hedonistic pleasure, a temple of magical memories (or lack thereof), and a truly unique experience that I cannot recommend highly enough in this short review.

But don't just take my word for it; go buy yourself a ticket and I will see you in the Garden in 2015.

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