Even for a Brit, Rebecca Taylor’s sense of humor is exceptionally droll. Assessing her accomplishments to date, she says with a sigh, “Well, I’m 25 now. I guess I should probably get married and have a baby or something and give up this career of drumming, because it’s not really getting me anywhere!” But Slow Club, the Sheffield duo in which she sings and performs with guitarist and co-vocalist Charles Watson, is finally catching on — part of England’s recent neo-folk movement. The group’s adventurous sophomore CD, “Paradise,” includes quirk-rockers such as “The Dog” and “Two Cousins.” The duo also recorded a surly yuletide EP, “Christmas, Thanks for Nothing.” So early retirement is not an option.
Were you aware that there’s actually a Slow Club restaurant in San Francisco? I know! We’ve been there, and they gave us free cocktails! We just went in and told them who we were, and I was British, of course, so that usually works. And then the bartender — the next time we played San Francisco — was in the band that supported us.It was crazy! But we didn’t eat there — we just had drinks. So we’ll definitely go back again this time through.
How and when did you get into playing percussion? At about 14, I think. I was at school, and you could learn to play an instrument there. And previously, I’d been into Papa Roach and Green Day, so I was trying to be alternative. Me and a few other boys starting learning drums at the same time, but they all dropped out, so it made me feel like I was good at something, finally. But obviously, as I’ve gotten older, it’s clear that I’m not that good.
Whom did you look to as a musical role model? Well, there’s the original singing drummer, Karen Carpenter. But there are only certain patterns that I can play well while singing at the same time, so that kind of limits me. So for “Paradise,” I didn’twant to sing and play at the same time — I wanted to sit down behind the kit and be a proper drummer. And now we’ve got a touring drummer and a bassist, so I’m still playing drums, but in a different way.
How did you and Charles meet? He was attending a different school, but our schools would join up for music workshops. And our band needed a name, and I’d watched the film “Blue Velvet,” where the girl’s singing at a place called The Slow Club. Which, in retrospect, is just the worst band name ever — we both hate it.
Where: Brick and Mortar Music Hall, 1710 Mission St., San Francisco
When: 9 p.m. Saturday
Tickets: $9 to $12
Contact: (415) 800-8782, www.brickandmortarmusic.com