There’s something oh so joyously intrinsic between summer and music festivals, it seems like they’ve been around since the dawn of time however it’s only in the last 15 years the festival explosion has really taken a hold of mainstream culture.


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Festivals like Woodstock and Glastonbury obviously completely disprove this theory, and are seen as the pinnacle of the live music experience that this world has ever seen. However, the abundance of relatively new smaller festivals are now becoming increasingly larger in terms of magnitude and pulling power.

Coachella, SXSW, Outlook and Bestival are the big boys ruling the scene, able to book a healthy stream of admired artists year in year out and provide the customer with an adrenaline-fueled adventure that will live long in the memory.

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More recently however, punters are more inclined to purchase a ticket for a festival closer to home, which has seen the growth of the inner city festival blossom over the last few years. With the same caliber of quality artists showcasing their music you’d be a fool not to pay a fraction of the price as opposed to the extortionate amount that the likes of Glastonbury demand (£228 + booking fee to be precise).

The most prominent and well received has to be London’s Lovebox Festival, a weekend packed full of the biggest and best artists around as well as a plethora of DJ’s to take you right through the night. This year’s event is set to take place at the usual stomping ground of Victoria Park in East London on July 15 and 16, and sees possibly its biggest lineup yet.

Recently reformed LCD Soundsystem headline the two-day bender alongside Major Lazer, Kano, Stormzy, Run The Jewels, Jungle, Chet Faker and personal favorite Jamie Woon (below) as well as a whole, whole lot more to wet your appetite.

What’s more, the price of admission is under the £100 mark for the whole weekend and you could even walk to a cheap supermarket for some snap instead of paying nigh on £10 for an uncooked, grease ridden breakfast baguette from a caravan in the rain.

What’s not to like about that?