Chloé Raunet is a Franco-Canadian, London residing geek for the weirder-end of electronic music. Co-host of the Latete Atoto show on NTS radio, she also makes her own music under the moniker C.A.R. and is the former singer of cold-wave band Battant.
I’m Steve, I’m from Romford, Essex, and I’m weird.
"The chorus of voices has been swimming around my head for over a fortnight..."
Tis the season to be unfortunately jolly.
It's been a little while...
"By the time she got down to the marshes she’d warmed up and was actually enjoying the dreariness of such a washed out journey."
So many funny, unfortunate things have happened of late, only I can’t publicly write about them without inappropriately naming and shaming.
Let’s just clear something up, it’s not the record that’s unfortunate. No, not at all. The track is always good.
’Calm down. This is just the boat to take us to the boat’
More misfortune in paradise.
Hyperactivity in the house.
Back home you’re a high roller. You operate on the fringes of the law and judging by your business, one would assume you know a thing or two.
I gotta say, nothing beats finding something you love when you thought it might be gone.
Me, the thickos and the grannies, mourning lost buttons, riding the void.
Apparently I need to up my game, or play the game, or find a game-plan...
There's still a wee pang of nostalgia as photos of over-priced paella start clogging up my social media feeds.
So this really is a modern fairy tale, right?
Off the bat, if you’re not already thinking about it, AESTHETICIAN is a tricky word to pronounce.
Overboard or not, this ship’s definitely sinking.
Last night my dad randomly forwarded a couple photos he’d found whilst clearing out some boxes.
Coming down after a weekend of fun, coming in to an empty home with one thought on my mind - dinner and more precisely the salmon burger I was gonna cook.
Imagine, it’s the end of the world & we’re all about to go out to the ring of tinned laughter & notification pings.
I am raging. Not as much as yesterday but still …
This Saturday DC is throwing a party. She’s doing it upstairs at The Haggerston & although technically my only responsibility is to turn up & play live, I can’t help but feel anxious. I want it to go well for her.
‘Oh my god that’s sooooooo Dalston!’
So a few weeks back (episode #19) I was bumbling on about the trials and tribulations of obtaining a foreign police check. I have an update.
My basil plant is dying...
My friend says hangovers are like a pitstop for overachievers which is making me feel better.
It’s real gusty out there today.
On Tuesday evening I was invited up one of those New Labour-looking (although in reality, probably more Coalition) blocks at Dalston Square...
This is another post about the cats. The cats, I should say my cats or more specifically, cat.
Being born in another country can be a pain in the arse...
I realise now how unproductive yesterday was...
I’d be hard-pressed to tell you the eye colour of my nearest and dearest & unless you have a really strong, defining feature, it will take me a few times to recognise you.
I’m stood in my studio scanning the walls thinking...
‘Why do people live here?! How come there’s a city in such an inhospitable climate?!’
So I already wrote about X-Mas last week but seeing as we’re now nearing the real deal, forgive me as I rinse it some more.
I may’ve felt grown-up at the time but looking back now, realise I was still a total child.
I just realised my last 3 pieces have been labeled #9. Oops.
I’m no scholar but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see feminism has taken some massive strides backwards.
Even the worst crap is liveable.
Amongst all the technological consumerist fanfare, I still feel like a bewildered granny. And I can’t find the socks I want. No swoosh or stripes, please.
The tumbleweed twirls by perfectly. The scene is set, the lights are on & the camera’s rolling ….
It’s the start of November and you English used to do it right.
‘Dude, it’s just one thing after another..."
The house is dark. So is the sky but my hair’s a new shade of platinum.
"Much to my disappointment, the remains of the giant sloth have already been removed."
Lost tapes, forgotten moments. This Unfortunate Track Of The Week ain’t so new but neither is my story …
'Guys, here’s a lesson on being a girl'
Soundtracked by Mikael Seifu.
Heroiny, how did you manage to write the soundtrack to my misfortune a year in advance?