The phenomenal success of last year's Fair Play Festival (pictured) set the bar high for this year's comeback.
From Dub In The Pub on Friday to Sunday when Whistling Biscuits headlined, this year had to be just as, if not better.
Friday was a warm-up night, with DJs such as Will Steen and Tumbleweed taking to the decks in the skittle alley of Canton's Lansdowne Hotel.
A smattering of people were there, mostly middle-aged men and small children who were running through the venue. TheSprout hoped that it would pick up, but it didn't; a disappointing warm-up if ever we saw one.
We arrived the next day at around three, which was just in time to see the last of the poets, Mab Jones who was more than impressive with her poetry.
The beer garden was manic in the sunshine of Saturday. Stalls were selling everything from clothes to postcards, and there was fantastic food including regular burgers and veggie options including a falafel plate heaped high with humus, salad and olives in Tabasco sauce. Yum-yum!
A film yurt showed documentaries on Tibet and the (now infamous) party caravan was playing everything from the Eels to Smashing Pumpkins.
Top of the bill were local band Gawazi, a mixture of hip hop, afro-Cuban hip hop/ reggae with percussion, female singers and rappers who were reminiscent of Mezzanine-era Massive Attack but faster and almost certainly a new Cardiff sound.
In the skittle alley just next door were DJs playing the best in house and rave, taking old favourite's such as Can't Stop by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers and mixing it with dirty jungle and grime beats.
Sunday (Clwb Cymru) had more of a mellow feel. A multitude of melancholy and indistinguishable solo performers a la Will Oldham and the impressive Weapons Of Mass Percussion performing saw theSprout head to the snail racing, where the weather deterred many from the garden that was now a massive gravel puddle.
Alternative rockers Threatmantics drew us in with their eclectic sound and headlining Clwb Cymru were Cakehole Presley, a four-piece, but like many bands that weekend were one man down, so the bilingual band (minus the bassist) began playing at nine o'clock and charmed all of us with songs memorable and filled with hooks.
By the end of the night, the crowd were swaying from side to side admiring this folksy, bluesy three-piece, the violinist/singer warping sounds through numerous pedals and heartbreaking bitter-sweet regretful lyrics... it was folk, Jim, but not as we know it.
A good weekend, if a little let down by some of the food prices (four quid for a pie) and the quantity of drugs we suspect were present was highly worrying despite it being a family venue.
Cymerwch ychydig o funudau i gwblhau'r arolwg hon. Bydd hyn yn helpu ni i
ffeindio allan sut yr ydych chi'n defnyddio'r wefan fel ein bod ni'n gallu dal ati i'w gwella
ar eich cyfer chi. Bydd pawb sy'n cwblhau'r arolwg yn cael y cyfle i ennill �50