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Chris Millar – more commonly known as Rat Scabies – is the drummer and founder of the seminal English punk band, The Damned. He’s also a Rennes-le-Château aficionado and Grail hero  .
New Rose: A young Rat Scabies – the Godfather of Punk
Yes – Grail hero. Rat, as he is known by his friends, is the hero of Christopher Dawes' refreshingly trippy Rennes-le-Château road-trip adventure yarn – Rat Scabies and the Holy Grail.
Christopher Dawes sensational Rennes-le-Château adventure yarn
The book chronicles the exploits of Rat and his Brentford neighbour, ex-Melody Maker reporter and Brentford Football Club fanatic, Christopher Dawes. Together, the intrepid explores investigate Rennes-le-Château, only to uncover more lunacy than legend, and more trouble than treasure.
Dawes, who is unfamiliar with Rennes-le-Château, is transported by Rat on a hero’s journey into the heart of the enigma’s people, places and, err, pubs. Along the way they immortalise their local, Brentford’s The Griffin; the pub where Rat host’s his Rennes-le-Château discussion forums and where we conducted our interview.
Rat in the shadows outside the Griffin Pub on the night of our interview
(Brentford Football Club stadium lights to the left)
One could say that Rennes-le-Château is in Rats blood, for his parents, John and Joy Millar, are the founders of the UK based Saunière Society: “a loose organization of diverse individuals formed to pursue the ideas and objects first popularized by Henry Lincoln, and has as its primary object, an endeavour to seek out the truth."
However you slice it, the Millar family are Rennes-le-Château fanatics. And Rat, as the grandfather of Punk, brings a truly unique perspective to the genre.
Ya, well there was a famous sighting in the 1800’s, in what is now the football grounds, back when it was open wasteland. Three underground rivers meet beneath the grounds. Griffin Park has always had a mystical quality about it.
The Griffin of Brentford
There was an animal known as the Chiswick Beast, which later became the Beast of Brentford.
Yeah, that’s it. That’s the legend.
What?
Actually I may have. It saw a beastly looking thing with four legs and a lot of mange walking down the street late one night. It was weird. I mean, it could have been a fox with bad mange or something because it didn’t look very healthy, but it was the wrong size for a fox.
Could a fox have been mistaken for the Brentford Griffin?
I’m not so sure about that…
The mythical griffin – commemorated in Brentford at Rat's local of the same name
Now that’s a stupid question!
Bloody hell. (laughs)
So, I believe Saunière was a flamboyant character and for that reason alone I’d tag him as the singer. Ya, Saunière is definitely the front man. And I think Boudet would be the bass player, kind of quiet, seemingly uninteresting - reads a lot - you know the type…
I’m not so sure about that.
My rendition of Boudet as Frank Black – guitarist of the Pixies
Boudet photo © www.rennes-le-chateau-archive.com
Frank Black photo © www.FrankBlack.net
And I think Alfred Saunière would be the drummer. I think he’s a loose cannon. As for Gelis, well he was a bit older. He would have been the manager.
And of course Maria on keyboards and backing vocals.
All but me!
I suppose like a Gregorian Sonic Youth…yeah – that’s it.
What else would you expect?
A Gregorian Sonic Youth – starring Maria and Saunière
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A true discovery in Rennes-le-Château...
The Dammed had its chance to reform and re-invent itself. The plain and simple truth is you’re dealing with musicians. I’m a drummer. There’s a very big difference. I don’t play music - I keep time and have nothing to do with melodies, harmonies, or notes. Scales are not my domain. Sadly, people who have to deal with those things tend not to be very bright.
The Damned 30th anniversary album
Why is it a shame? It was thirty years ago and it was disposable pop. I for one can’t understand this kind of clinging onto the past and former glories.
I think so what, who cares? It’s kind of a nostalgic trip.
A musician is an artist who creates something representative of the moment. And it doesn’t matter if I you get it wrong. It’s a snapshot in time. That’s the important thing.
I’m interested in creating new stuff. I want people to point to me and say ‘there goes that guy that’s just done something new’, not ‘there goes that bloke that used to be something thirty years ago.’
That’s my point. The thing is when you’ve seen a band at their best, like when I saw The Who perform Tommy, I mean they nailed Moon’s drums to the stage, Townsend wore his boiler suit, Daultry sang in tune. It was brilliant. I went to see them in Phoenix a few months ago and it was quite a good show but there was none of that energy or the sense of faith they once had.
When musicians play it’s because they have faith in what they do, a belief in their ability and an understanding that if they get it right then the audience will connect. That’s when music takes on a kind of spirituality. I know it exists. I know there are ways of connecting to it.
Now is there a shortcut to connecting to it by standing at San Sal Valvayre (a small, hilltop church not far from Rennes-le-Château where an apparent energy line runs through the high alter – believed by Henry Lincoln to be great significance) with your hands over that piece of stone, I don’t know. Hell, I’ll give it a try.
The legendary San Sal Valvayre, as featured in Rat’s book
Rat, with the Saunière Society Tour
Hands over the energy stone in San Sal Valvayre – near Rennes-le-Château
Rat’s first Rennes-le-Château forum: upstairs at the Griffin Pub
I wouldn’t say I was an expert by any stretch. I’ve been force fed, really – without being unfair to my parents. We lived in a small house, and so I heard all the stories. For instance, David Wood would come over and I would hear his conversation with my father.
When I was in the band I didn’t bother with Rennes-le-Château much, not until we reached a point where our touring required long drives and I needed something to read. As I don’t believe in God and don’t have any kind of religious faith, Rennes-le-Château became the nearest thing to spirituality that I had.
1984 was first time I went to the church in Rennes-le-Château, and let me tell you it was a very, very strange place back then. The locals weren’t friendly. It had very few tourists, and because the band were there in leather jackets and had long hair and looked quite gothic, they didn’t want us in any of the restaurants and stuff.
The Gothic looking Damned - as they dressed in Rennes-le-Château
There was a very, very sombre atmosphere throughout the Domain at that time, as well as the church. It was like a vacuum. And you would expect some atmosphere in a place like that. Most places either having a warming sense to them when you arrive, or a kind of ‘oooohhhhhh’ effect. There wasn’t either in Rennes-le-Château back then.
Now it’s nice and friendly. It’s not flat-line. Flat-line is the best way to describe the way it used to be.
Dave read a fair amount of the stuff and we’d kind of talk about it a bit but none of them were into it like I was. They thought I was treading on slightly dodgy ground, and I have to admit that shortly after that it got very freaky when the coincidence factor kicked in.
I remember when I was in San Francisco, on tour, and I rung my father to say hi and he asked me about someone we had not heard from for about eight or nine years. I put the phone down and he called and was living in San Francisco, so I went ‘wooo that was a bit freaky, that was a bit weird.’
And then, as I finished my beer there was a pentagram on the bottom of the glass. That’s two in five minutes – it was quite odd. So then I rehearsed with a drumming pad I had used for years and noticed that there was another pentagram on the base. From that point on everywhere I went there were pentagrams.
Well, he really is the bloke who lives over the road.
No, he’s made me take them back - the rotten bastard! And ya, he still lives across the road.
Rat and Chris
Yeah, in a very good way. I’m very pleased, you know, having been in a band for all that time and being asked the same questions about ‘what’s it like being in a group’. To open up a different field of conversation is absolutely fantastic.
Ya, I was!
David Shayler is a very powerful character.
He’s very vibrant and has a lot of charisma, which I felt unbalanced the yin and the yang of the tour as it were, and I soon realized that if he was indeed the Messiah then we needed a representative of what David would call the dark side.
In short, I realized that if he was the Messiah then I had to be the anti-Christ.
Rat with David Shayler at the Devils Chair: The Anti-Christ and the Messiah
I was. Let’s just say I wasn’t convinced, but then being the spawn of Satan I wouldn’t be.
Well he said he’d solved the whole thing, which was quite good of him.
He did, but I won’t really get into that...
Well, if you insist …His opening salvo was ‘I am Christ, I am the Messiah and what’s more I can prove it!’
Well not to me he didn’t. His first point of reference is the Bible Code and with his decoding he gets something like ‘King David Shaylot’, and to be honest if you apply the Bible Code to Moby Dick you’ll get just as coherent answers, if not more so.
You know exactly what it was like.
Well it began with me falling into his cellar. It was very weird. I’ve searched for reasons as to why he’d want to kill me. I have…
Literally, I walked through the door and it was ‘hiya, I’ve come to take you to Edinburgh’, and I kind of stepped inside and the next thing I knew I had this incredibly, pleasant sensation of floating and falling. It must have only lasted one or two seconds. I slammed my back into the staircase and was kind of hanging upside in this totally surreal moment. Then we drove to Edinburgh where I was anointed by every witchy type in the building with all sorts of smelly stuff which actually did my back quite a lot of good, but I think the wine did just as much.
The whole reason I was picking David up in the first place was because he had two cars tampered with and he won’t drive. That’s why I’d been nominated by my dad as the driver. So we finished the meeting and there was somebody that hadn’t attended the meeting that had been hanging around in the bar and who was causing a certain amount of paranoia with David and some of the others. And of course as we drove back to London the following day the car brakes suddenly lock up and we veered into the other side of the road and we had to get it fixed.
Well, it was the hand-brake. It had a calliper inside the brake drum which had sheared off. It was classic as well, because when I took it to my guy who always fixes the car he said ‘well what happened?’ So I told him it was the brake calliper, and he said ‘but they never go’, so it may have well been a murder attempt on David.
Rat at the Saunière Society Meeting – the day after his ‘fall’
David Shayler on the far left - Picknett and Prince next to Rat
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