Imbued in youth with the melodies of the Yemenite synagogue, Israeli frontman Ravid Kalahani—gold-bedizened, man-bunned, mantic—has taken this malawach, stuffed it with other musics (Arabic, African, Bukhari, Latin, blues, jazz, funk) and other selves (dancer, opera singer, Hare Krishna, drug addict, chef), and now serves up something irresistible. —E.E.