Birgitte Roeggen

Birgitte Roeggen (23 June 1940 – 10 April 1962), famously known as the “Fifth Wednesday Club”. Originally playing bass with the band she left to pursue a career as an artist. Her relationship with photographer Astrid Kirchherr was instrumental in forming the Wednesday Club’s early image (tight white shorts/tight white football tops).

She is pictured here, on 6th April 1961, with the original 4 Wednesday Club members in Hamburgstrassen, Hamburg, looking moody.


Portrait: Max Broady 06 – 10

Portrait: Max Broady 06 – 10

Cath’n’Dad Records is proud to present it’s first release – Portrait: Max Broady 06 – 10.

This is a collection of Max’s songs cherry picked from 5 (count ’em) albums. All the songs were written and recorded concurrently with Max’s stint in the ‘Club. A must for any fans of music.

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Liner Notes:

Max Broady, once a callow youth and now a callow man. How the years have changed him. Presented in chronological order this chronology begins by showing us Max as a young man optimistically declaring “Souls are Stars” to anyone with the ears to listen. If you sniff very, very hard you can almost smell the slightest waft of incense.

Quickly, under Adam John Miller’s tutelage, Max began to grow as a songwriter, in leaps, and dare I say it, bounds. Hit after hit poured from his fast callousing fingers. We can still hear the sense of fun and his joie de vivre, his lust for life, in such songs as “My Private Joke” – it is a joke after all! But – listen – what’s this? A new sense of introspection, as this joke is looking inwards, revealing, yes, his soul, as it this joke is private, and all of his own.

But it wasn’t all looking in; Mid Period Broady (MPB) saw Max gazing out at the world, and imagining – nay seeing – another one; this aptly demonstrated on such classics as “Another World We Know”. Also MPB shows us a new side to Broady; the one with wandering feet; the one who’s married to the road; the one who’s taking on all comers with an itchy trigger finger.

Which brings us around to Broady’s latest, most stylistically mature efforts: These beautiful, wistful songs see a man approaching old age, time as it ravages, and all the harsh beauty this entails. It isn’t a cakewalk, but as he sings on War Of The Roses, “[he’s] changed his rose, white for red”.

And as with his peers, the final song on this diligent, thoughtful and timely compilation shows that with decrepitude comes a wistfulness. A false nostalgia then, in Goal Scoring Superstar Hero, as Max remembers his youth, not as a goal scoring superstar hero, but as a troubadour, a singer, reflecting our times as a mirror to the soul, unblinking showing life in its dizzying highs and its terrifying lows. And, if that’s not what being a goal scoring superstar hero is, I don’t know what is.

John Perry, July 2011.


Jolly Ian Williams

Jolly Ian Williams – our self appointed Shanty Man. He came in one day and sang a jig, then a reel, then also a jig. We couldn’t believe our luck. Now he lives in a bath and keeps us happy with his jolly songs.

“I’m so haaaaaaaaappppy that I don’t have to sing quietly anymore,” Ian will joyfully bellow, alluding to a dark, dark past.

Boy does he ever keep us happy!