Hetty and the Jazzato Band are a young, talented and versatile Anglo-Italian Jazz Quintet bringing you a taste of the 'Dolce Vita' with their modern twist on vintage, classic Italian songs, gypsy-jazz, swing and jazz standards.

Let the band take you on a Vespa ride back to retro bella Italia with a mix of Italian swing favourites like 'Volare' and 'That’s Amore' intertwined with rustic Roman Stornelli, romantic Neapolitan ballads, enticing bossa nova and samba rhythms along with foot-tapping rock n' roll and boogie-woogie.

Based in London they are the perfect band for special functions and events. Available from a duo to a quintet with a vast repertoire of songs in both English and Italian they can't tailor their set to  

I Found My Love In Portofino

You didn’t say goodbye, just slipped away,
Like perfume at the break of day.
No tear, no sound, no last caress—
Just silence dressed in your finesse.
You left no shoes beside the door,
But I still feel you in the floor.
The way you danced, the way you sighed—
Still lingers like a tide inside.

Was it love… or just the thrill?
The way you moved, the way you killed
My calm, my breath, my steady ground—
You turned it all around.

Still under my skin, like a whisper in wine,
You play in my rhythm, just out of time.
Still in my veins, like a moonlight spin,
I feel you dance beneath my skin.
Was it love… or just a sweet charade?
A kiss I sip but never fade.
One more night, one last refrain—
Spin me back to you again. 🎵

You smiled like jazz at 2 a.m.,
Too smooth to know where truth begins.
You dressed your words in honey tones,
I swallowed them like saxophone.
You didn’t stay, but you remain—
A note I hum through joy and pain.
It’s not your arms I miss the most—
It’s who I was inside your ghost.

Was it you… or just the dream?
A solo line in my routine.
You never stayed, but played so well—
I bought the magic that you sell.

Still under my skin, like a spice in the air,
You haunt the room, though you’re not there.
Still on my lips, like a song I knew,
One soft refrain that feels like you.
Was it love… or just a melody
That hit too sweet, then danced from me?
If that was love, I’d play it blind—
Loop the night and press rewind. 🎵

Some love is sugar… some is smoke.
Yours was rhythm, yours was joke.
A beat I chased through every bar,
A kiss that played me like guitar.

Still under my skin, like a pulse in the rain,
Still moving slow through joy and pain.
Still in my steps, still in my sway,
You dance with me when jazz starts to play.
If that was love… don’t let it end—
Just one more round, then we pretend…
You never left…
You never left… 🎵

Bajo Mi Piel (Under My Skin – Latin Jazz Version)

A provocative 18-track journey through the boundaries of music, identity, history, and satire. Fusing global genres and eras — from 1930s Berlin cabaret and 1960s surf-pop to K-pop shamanic EDM and French chanson noir — each song dares to explore topics that others avoid: from repressed love and colonial legacies to bodily humor and media critique.

The album is a cinematic fusion of political storytelling, sexual allegory, cultural memory, and radical humor. You’ll hear Peking Opera vocals layered on dance beats, Philip Glass minimalism twisted with erotic repetition, and heartfelt reflections on war and exile interwoven with pop irony. Featuring multilingual lyrics in French, Russian, Hebrew, Vietnamese, Japanese, Korean, Italian, and Chinese, this album is a genre-defying cultural odyssey for listeners who crave depth, discomfort, and pure sonic art.

Track 6 Küssen im Schrank

Luke John Ingram - Swing (2025) Luke Ingram

swing Zz Nir wait II wav final (Remix) (2) (Remix)

Mary Hopkin - Those Were The Days - 1968

Sophia Loren - Tu vuo fa l'americano

Andy Williams - Autumn Leaves - 1959

Frank Sinatra - My Way

And I Love You So/It's Impossible

Perry Como - And I Love You So

Durban Violin

Tango Scene from "Scent of A Woman"

Frida Boccara - Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas
 Il faut oublier
 Tout peut s'oublier
 Qui s'enfuit déjà
 Oublier le temps
 Des malentendus
 Et le temps perdu
 A savoir comment
 Oublier ces heures
 Qui tuaient parfois
 A coups de pourquoi
 Le cœur du bonheur
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas

 Moi je t'offrirai
 Des perles de pluie
 Venues de pays
 Où il ne pleut pas
 Je creuserai la terre
 Jusqu'après ma mort
 Pour couvrir ton corps
 D'or et de lumière
 Je ferai un domaine
 Où l'amour sera roi
 Où l'amour sera loi
 Où tu seras reine
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas

 Ne me quitte pas
 Je t'inventerai
 Des mots insensés
 Que tu comprendras
 Je te parlerai
 De ces amants-là
 Qui ont vu deux fois
 Leurs cœurs s'embraser
 Je te raconterai
 L'histoire de ce roi
 Mort de n'avoir pas
 Pu te rencontrer
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas

 On a vu souvent
 Rejaillir le feu
 D'un ancien volcan
 Qu'on croyait trop vieux
 Il est paraît-il
 Des terres brûlées
 Donnant plus de blé
 Qu'un meilleur avril
 Et quand vient le soir
 Pour qu'un ciel flamboie
 Le rouge et le noir
 Ne s'épousent-ils pas
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas

 Ne me quitte pas
 Je ne vais plus pleurer
 Je ne vais plus parler
 Je me cacherai là
 A te regarder
 Danser et sourire
 Et à t'écouter
 Chanter et puis rire
 Laisse-moi devenir
 L'ombre de ton ombre
 L'ombre de ta main
 L'ombre de ton chien
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas
 Ne me quitte pas.