In 1978, San Francisco plunged from a summer of political tension into an autumn cascade of malevolence that so eluded human comprehension it seemed almost demonic. The battles over property taxes and a ballot initiative calling for a ban on homosexuals teaching in public schools gave way to the madness of the Jonestown massacre and the murders of Mayor George Moscone and city supervisor Harvey Milk at the hands of their former colleague, Dan White. In the year that followed this season of insanity, it made sense that a band called Dead Kennedys played Mabuhay Gardens in North Beach, referring to Governor Jerry Brown as a zen fascist, calling for landlords to be lynched and yuppie gentrifiers to be sent to Cambodia to work for a bowl of rice a day, critiquing government welfare and defense policies, and commenting on dead and dying children. Drawing on Bay Area zines as well as new interviews with the band and fans, Michael Stewart Foley treats Dead Kennedys' first record, Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables, as a critical historical document, one that not only qualified as political expression but also stimulated emotions and ideals that were, if you can believe it, utopian.