This is full-frontal Ginuwine. The Life has 15 crisp and clean tracks, three ballads, two mercifully brief interludes and, praises be, only one guest appearance. With the exception of one or two tracks, the album's subject matter crystallises Ginuwine's shiny digitised persona: the iced-out, ghetto-down-yet-sensitive pretty-boy player with a pocket full of money. As a flesh-and-blood artist, ...