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$40.00

Facecrime - Sex And Revolution (EP)

Format: 12"
Label: Dog Into Plasma DIP 001
Year: 1984
Origin: St. Albert, Alberta, 🇨🇦
Genre: rock, wave, power pop
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Value of Original Title: $40.00
Make Inquiry/purchase: email ryder@robertwilliston.com
Release Type: 12"
Websites:  No
Playlist: Rock Room, Alberta, Captured by Roszay, the Edmonton 1980s Scene, 1980's

Tracks

Side 1

Track Name
Walking
Cable TV

Side 2

Track Name
She Will
Mystery to Me

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Sex And Revolution (EP)

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Information/Write-up

Facecrime was a post-punk/power pop trio that formed in Edmonton in the early 1980s, immediately following the end of Modern Minds. The band featured Moe Berg (vocals, guitars, keyboards, percussion), Blaine Vanstone (bass, percussion), and Dave Gilby (drums, percussion). With a darker, more refined sound than Berg's previous outfit, Facecrime stood as a transitional project—bridging the energy of Alberta’s late-’70s punk scene with the songwriter-driven power pop that would later define his national breakthrough in The Pursuit of Happiness.

Listen to Modern Minds here: https://citizenfreak.com/titles/292438-modern-minds-theresa-s-world-ep

One of the band’s earliest appearances came on the It Came From Inner Space compilation—a vital document of Edmonton’s early 1980s independent music scene. Recorded live to two-track at Applauze in November 1983 by Gene Kosowan, their contribution captured the band’s raw, immediate energy. According to the liner notes, Moe used a borrowed Hondo guitar with two broken strings, Blaine played through a bass amp lent by members of Ice Age, and Dave broke a stick during the second verse. The performance, accompanied by a pointed critique of corporate conformity, reflected the band’s unfiltered ethos and positioned them firmly within Edmonton’s underground landscape.

Listen here: https://citizenfreak.com/titles/315225-compilation-it-came-from-inner-space-the-edmonton-compilation

Building on that momentum, Facecrime released one rare but influential EP: Sex and Revolution (Dog Into Plasm, 1984). Recorded at Damon Productions in Edmonton and engineered by Clive Alcock, the record captured Berg’s evolving lyrical depth and musical sophistication. Tracks like “Walking,” “Cable TV,” “She Will,” and “Mystery to Me” explored themes of alienation, suburban discontent, and emotional conflict with sharp arrangements and an underlying pop sensibility.

The EP was complemented by cover artwork by Roszay (Rose Kapp) and a band photograph by J. Williams—and included a typewritten lyric sheet that reflected the band’s earnest, articulate identity. Berg’s lyrics were delivered with a mix of vulnerability and clarity, matched by Vanstone’s melodic basslines and Gilby’s crisp, urgent drumming.

Facecrime received strong local press. Edmonton Journal writer Alan Kellogg called them “Alberta’s most underrated band” and cited Berg as “one of my favorite songwriters of the ’80s.” The group regularly played venues like Applauze, drawing packed crowds on "alternative nights," and were praised for their “unpretentious, bright, aggressive” stage presence.

Facecrime also played the Hard Times Music Festival in 1984, curated by CJSR and the Chinook Theatre, appearing alongside k.d. Lang, the Rault Brothers Band, and others. Their performance at this landmark event demonstrated their increasing creative range and confirmed their status as one of Edmonton’s premier "New Music" acts.

Though short-lived, Facecrime proved essential in Moe Berg’s artistic journey. After the band dissolved, Berg moved to Toronto, where he formed The Pursuit of Happiness and achieved major-label success with I’m An Adult Now and Love Junk.

Facecrime remains an emblem of Alberta’s ambitious, intelligent underground rock movement of the early '80s—anchored by Berg’s songwriting, shaped by local resistance to conformity, and documented in both their explosive early recordings and their cult-classic EP.
-Robert Williston

Moe Berg (Modern Minds, The Pursuit of Happiness): vocals, guitars, keyboards, percussion
Dave Gilby: drums, percussion
Blaine Vanstone: bass, percussion

All songs written by Moe Berg for Modern Minds Music, 1983
Produced by Facecrime
Engineered by Clive Alcock
Recorded and mixed at Damon Productions, Edmonton
Management courtesy of Gene Kosowan (403) 426-2373

Transportation and equipment by Jack McKenna
Album cover executed by Roszay

Bless:
Karen, Betty, Rhonda, Walt Kowal, Don Moore, Allstar Sound, Drew Berman, Ev LaRoi, Ronald Ramage, Nate LaRoi, Barry Peters, Karen Lund, Mr. V., Jim at Lilli’s, Barb Catling, Rob Montgomery, Mike Kelly, Carol Ann Murray, Brook Pimm, Steve Macklam, Nasth the Slash, Brian Cymbaluk and everybody at: Keen Kraft, Gary McDonald, Lars Wanagus, CJSR, AirTight, our parents, friends, etc.

Walking:
You were mad when you left
You’ve been mad before
And I know someday is gonna
Be the last day that you come through the door.
At times like these
When I’m old and alone
I remember the first time that I held your hand
I remember walking you home.
No matter what you do I’ll remember you how I want to
No matter where you go
In my mind I’ll be walking you home
And you get what you take
Once again you went broke.
I got a curious knack for saying those things
That can make you see double.
But you’re no ordinary kind
And you’ve no ordinary face.
And I guess there’s just about nothing
I wouldn’t do to suit your grace.
All I guess is that I’ll
Find it funny how I’ll chide
So if you’re really gonna leave
All I’ll remember is the last time you smiled.

Cable TV:
She used to love me but now she’s not at home
She’s at a party with some jock named Jerome.
I saw that guy in the locker room
Man he can be human.
How can she love a guy like that
Don’t hear her up inside
She’s at the party door.
And I’m watching cable T.V.
The movies play, and they play all night long
Those are stupid lines but she’s gone.
They’re meaningless though to do in bed
She drove me crazy.
The way she used to love me
And I’d watch her letter to Oui.
She’s at the party
And I’m watching cable T.V.
Why I need her so
I want that sex
Why I need the love
Why I need the love
That only a woman can give
That always gets me all night long
But I’m still absolutely sure that she’s gone.
By the time Emmanuel comes on
They’ll re-enact her at her place
And when he knows what I know
He’ll never be the same.
Now she’s at the party
And I’m watching cable T.V.

She Will:
I could not see what I had earned
I could not see what I’d been given
I did not know why I’d been born
I only know now why I’m living
Fold at her waist
Fold at her knees
Fold at her waist
Fold at her knees
Fold at her knees
Her hands are like the hands of the Redeemer
Healing hands that made me a believer
And one she’s chosen me to write the story
Love’s brought me the power, her the glory
Fold at her waist
Fold at her knees
Fold at her waist
Fold at her knees
Fold at her knees
You dream about her every night
You dream about only one once in your life
But she will only come once in your life
She will
Fold at her knees
Fold at her waist
Fold at her knees

Mystery To Me:
The phone woke me up drenched again
Somebody talking about my old girlfriend
I laughed when he said “She’s lonely on her own”
I saw her drinking with her friends last night
She seemed to be alright from first glance to last bite
I went to her place and waited for her to come home
When I sat shivering I saw her coming home with him
You heard law is what passes for logic
I looked away before she could let him in
Still you tell me that she misses me
You know I find that hard to believe
You know that it’s a mystery to me.
You know that it’s a mystery to me.
She takes her car every day down work
She’s shopping at the same old friends from every office jerk
And this soft-churning it makes me gag
I ride the bus home every night.
And I’m so failed and bitter I’ve got
This is all accepting that I’ve got to laugh
Do you expect me to believe she’s alone by the fire
When every guy, even her pets, glow with desire
They’re all out to help, no her sex or me
Still you tell me that she misses me
You know I find that hard to believe
You know that she misses me
You know that it’s a mystery to me

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