Joel's debut lp, Cold Spring Harbor, was recorded in the vicinity of 35 rpm reportedly to fit on all the material--he's one of those eternal teenagers who just won't shut up. Stubborn little bastard, too--after his bid stiffed, he worked a Los Angeles cocktail lounge soaking up Experience. Here he poses as the Irving Berlin of narcissistic alienation, puffing up and condescending to the fantasies of fans who spend their entire lives by the stereo feeling Sensitive. And then, just to show them who's boss, he hits them with a ballad in the manner of Aaron Copeland. C-