This much we know about the lovely enchantress in feather and glitter known as Natasha Khan, lead mastermind of Bat for Lashes: She is in her mid-twenties; she spent much time in Pakistan as a girl, the debut album, Fur & Gold has just secured stateside distribution, and she draws frequent comparisons to Kate Bush and Bjork.

Any lingering reservations and misconceptions I had of Khan and her merry band of gypsy maidens due to minimal exposure to Fur fell away once each lovely lady took to her respective instrument, with Khan slowly emerging last. And then there she was: dressed in white; as mystically beguiling as a unicorn, as beautiful as Chan Marshall in Chanel.

Opening with the heavy bass, delicate violin and lush vocals of “Trophy,” I longed to beg Khan to release a live DVD ahead of her album, because there’s no way her album can hint at the intrinsic beauty, primal sexuality and Tolkien-esque delights that her live show attempts and conquers.

“Tahiti” shimmered, while Khan shimmied and writhed. “Horse & I,” showcased a raw, sexual mystique. “What’s a Girl to Do” felt like a fraternal twin to PJ Harvey’s “The Wind” off of Is This Desire?, as do many of Bat for Lashes’ punchier tracks. “I Saw a Light” gave the impression that Khan is lost to the night but secretly enjoys its freedom in darkness, while a re-worked version of “Sarah” with its ghostly background vocals and riveting story line became Khan’s finest moment. This is a woman possessed by flora, fauna, glitter, glam, love, life, moonlight, sunlight and even the wind in the willows. Not a bad way to spend an evening, or a lifetime to figure out.

Next was her plaintive, passionate version of Bruce Springsteen’s “I’m on Fire” that could be bottled and sold as an aural aphrodisiac in any music store. Her frighteningly perfect vocals suspended over piano, threatening to burn the place down in a fit of unrequited desire. Current single “Prescilla” closed the shiver-inducing set with warm flourishes of autoharp and crowd cheering, making a lasting case for Khan’s wonderfully whacky, woodland-wandering, faerie-following, muse-marinating sonic delicacies that might just be the next big thing, if she doesn’t get lost in the forest tonight. –Carrie Alison/photo by JCP