InterFlux are a three man band straddling the fence between alternative and post-punk like a drunk aunt on a bucking bronco. With tasty bass lines, screaming guitar and thundering drums, they preach a poly-rhythmic gospel beneath a tasty layer of social commentary.

'They're alot better than they used to be' - The Guitarists Mum.

InterFlux are comprised of a tasty trinity: Ceri Bain; Beat Keeper and all round milk shredder. Conor Page; Thin stringed peasant and lyrical agitator. Ben Saunders; Thunder monk and top shelf reacher. Plowing a path across Grim Britain they aim to force their sound up the head holes of any gosh darn geezer who bares to crumble a biscuit near them.

InterFlux span across many genres, completing them as they go; They are Indie, if indie music grew a pair of balls; Punk played by proper musicians; Rock with more than 4 chords; Jazz if Jazz calmed the fuck down with all the trumpets and shit; Metal without the hairy virgins in cargo shorts; Folk without the hairy virgins in cardigans; Country music without God or Americans there to ruin it. InterFlux experiment with all they have at their command, aiming at no genre in particular and generally summing it up with the irritatingly vague description of “Alternative”. Whether they're singing anti-political melodies through a megaphone or howling social commentary atop a tapestry of liquid rhythm, InterFlux keep a firm grasp on a sweet kind of aggression that only a mother could love.

Have johnnies, will travel.