The last time I had nausea with Lang Lang, it is in the light precipitato massacre of the 7th sonata by Prokofiev. Interpretations serve only one purpose: himself at the service of a powerful marketing. I listened to the blind his latest cd, 3rd Prokofiev on France Musique, where critics were unanimous in greeting. I think he misses with Lang Lang essential quality in a pianist phrasing. This is even more striking in Chopin. Lang Lang cutting, builds its analysis solely to create in the listener a false emotion. The problem? Well it works.