Somewhere between these poles of London and post-London living is the stuff-of-life emotional hinterland from which Savoretti’s new album has sprung. It follows three records with strong concepts: Singing to Strangers was his tilt at “making an Italian album in English”, recorded in “my hero” Morricone’s Rome studio, with his band instructed “not to come to the studio in jeans and a T-shirt but dressed as if we were going out for dinner in Rome”. Then Europiana (2021), “which was all about celebrating European music”. Then, after that, in the wake of his Italian father’s passing, the album Miss Italia (2024): “To tame that grief, being in Italy made me feel like I was still with him. Everyone looked like him, talked like him, smelled like him, dressed like him. And I wanted to also reclaim my Italian-ness and figure out who I was without him. I was a student for two years in Italy, learning how to write in Italian.”