
If possible, verify the text with references provided in the foreign-language article. Do not translate text that appears unreliable or low-quality.Consider adding a topic to this template: there are already 2,719 articles in the main category, and specifying |topic= will aid in categorization.Machine translation like DeepL or Google Translate is a useful starting point for translations, but translators must revise errors as necessary and confirm that the translation is accurate, rather than simply copy-pasting machine-translated text into the English Wikipedia.View a machine-translated version of the Italian article.This is a set to savour, constantly unearthing hidden depths. "Under The Stars Of Jazz" hisses with sibilant scatting, Conte performing an impromptu trombone impersonation, then, he'll up the tempo for the half-ridiculous theatrical romp of "Quadrille". The mixture of 80s and 90s numbers reveals a marked consistency of style, from the apparent simplicity of "Max" to the odd dying-80s production of "Dragon", so irritatingly compulsive. He details bittersweet, fatalistic tales of wind-lashed, street-corner romance, usually infused with a love-hate longing for vanished youth. Conte can be described as a sophisticated primitivist, his words reading like minimalist poetry, suggesting intangible images with sparse strokes. Driven by Conte's marching piano, his constant bandstand companions play for the dancers, intent on recreating a kind of mocking town hall pomposity, all the better to capture a peculiar flavour of pert 1920s jollity. This bumper 20-track retrospective embraces most of his special interests, sometimes involving specific topics, as with "Gelato Al Limon" and "Hemingway" (the latter boasting surely the most sensitive kazoo solo ever). ukįrom the peaceful north Italian town of Asti, Conte pens all of his own material, smokily growling as he hops from asymmetrical narrative to jaunty rhyming couplets.


Boasting a career highlighted with multiple gold records abroad, this self-titled album marks his long-overdue recording debut in the U.S. Originally from Asti in Northern Italy, Conte is known as a poet and painter as well as a musician, and draws on cinema, literature, and ordinary life for the imagery in his songs.

With a craggy-voiced style that evokes a world of hallucinations, failed love-affairs, and long, solitary nights in a darkened bar, Conte casts a curious spell in music that is at times languid and smoky, at times reminiscent of the nightclub bounce of Django Reinhardty and the Hot Five. The music of Paolo Conte has captivated audiences in Italy and throughout Europe for nearly two decades.
