A kung fu fighter in a disco

Also, though it's not in the same genre, its scratchy murk reminds me of Kelly Clarkson's My December (a mostly excellent album which got relatively savaged from the reviewers, like shouldn't Kelly know better than to challenge her listeners!). I was saying to skyecaptain over on Bedbugs that if Britney'd ended with a coda of her mellower lounge-blues outtakes (which were also quite good) this and the Kelly album'd be a nice match.