Dead Kennedys "Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables" [1980]

What do you get when you combine 60s-style garage rock with pre-Reagan disappointment and an exponentially worse capacity for mindless hatred than Johnny Rotten? This fucking shit album. Aside from failing the Van Halen test of playing faster than you can think, little did these fucking SF wise-asses know at the time, but everything they poked fun at potentially happening in the US actually bore "fruit" eventually. So much for Americans ever getting the concept of irony. We now kill the poor and our children, drug people, send them off to be tortured, etc., etc. If there were any justice, Jello Biafra would be in jail for giving the verbal signals to the disturbed; what he was interested in achieving besides complete and acute anarchy in America is impossible to know because it never fucking existed. So where does this pencil-neck expect to find himself when the various shits hit the fan? Probably off in France somewhere, sipping chablis, bitching out his waitress for not bringing him his frogs legs fast enough. Some people can only ever find something to go batshit about.