Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Hail The Chap

If I ran a game store I would play the song Hail The Chap by Mr. B the Gentlemen Rhymer.

When steampunk arrived it was accompanied by Victorian behaviors that created a dapper sub-culture. Men were sitting with straight backs, oiled mustaches, and all imaginable manners of the late 1800s. I don't know which came first, steampunk or The Chap magazine, but the two certainly leaned on each other as they developed. Hail the Chap is an ode to The Chap magazine on its tenth anniversary. The song laments the current state of gentlemanly being and implores listeners to adhere to The Chap Manifesto, which is The Chap's ten rules of conduct and attire. To the casual listener the song lays down some groundwork of steampunk, imploring men to behave, but the distinguished listener will know the song as a rally cry of The Chap – "All hail The Chap!"

Hail The Chap is of the small genre known as chap-hop. It features Mr. B the Gentleman Rhymer on the banjolele and he's accompanied by a horn, piano, and drum. It has a brisk cadence, a strict syncopation and an impossible vocabulary that'll make you listen closer the next time you hear it. The whole of the song feels very steampunk despite the hip-hop elements.

Hail The Chap on Google Play

Hail the Chap lyrics

One and a-two

At the approach of the millennial malaise
There were blights with a need of a perennial braze
The age of the Corinthian, the plunderer and the dandy
Had given way to that of the prig and the bore
Just before boredom became a modus operandi
Some said stop the rot, I shall take no more
Society's floundering in squalid desperation
And what's wanted to save it was a savvy publication
Now I've often wondered how best to dress for wrestling
Or between ties and cravats, which was the best thing?
Were there really seventy-three ways to doff one's hat?
There were, I'd rather suspected that
At last we were decanted knowledge sweet as sherry
The Chap was here, we were all so very
Glad of it. You can stay in standard evolution
Or come and join us in our dandy revolution

Give your pipe a tap
Park your rattle trap
Raise your hat or cap
As we say, all hail The Chap
All hail The Chap

Now we all know rules are there to be broken
But never have truer words been spoken
Than in the code hereafter, hey presto
Hear the ten rules of The Chap Manifesto

Thou shalt always wear tweed
Is the only fabric you shall ever need
Thou shalt never not smoke
Pipes made from briar, booze aged in oak
Always be courteous to the ladies
Give an air of Zeus with a dash of Hades
Never ever wear pantaloons de nimes
Come on young scamp there's still time to switch teams
Thou shalt always doff one's hat
If you're flaneur or simply like to stop and chat
Never fasten the lower button of one's weskit
Look, we don't make the rules it's just the best kit
Thou shalt always speak properly
Don't give the Westwoods a monopoly
Never wear plimsolls if not doing sport
Unless you're a chap-hop superstar sort
Always worship the trouser press
Good Mr. Corby, he knows best
Always cultivate interesting facial hair
But on the top, here, not under there

It's a call to charms, a design for living
Within a world so unforgiving
Where sloth and banality are the standard brew
Well, we've upped our standards
So up yours too

Give your pipe a tap
Park your rattle trap
Raise your hat or cap
As we say, all hail The Chap
All hail The Chap
All hail The Chap
One and a-two
All hail The Chap
Once again for luck
All hail The Chap

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