A man walks, no, struts, on the stage of New York’s Mercury Lounge, lording over the squished crowd like an emperor over his minions. He is confident. He is brash. He is….

King Khan.

The legend of King Khan’s shows has grown exponentially since his relatively recent U.S. invasion (dude’s been holding it down in Europe for a while now.) But unlike similarly demented, unpredictable frontmen (Anton, I’m looking at you.), Khan and his band don’t just terrify with their manic antics, they can deliver the goods musically as well.

With ten people on stage at any given time, all replete in black and gold, the band combines the best of punk, soul, psychedelia straight off the Nuggets box set, …