McCoy's cheeseball brand of country has always been pretty simple stuff. On this straightforward set of songs he sets himself up in a singles bar, teaches the meaning of life and love to young 'uns, proclaims his everlasting devotion to some lucky lady, and generally sleepwalks through the entire lackluster group. Good intentions aside, there's no muscle to McCoy's work, and 24-7-365 is about as toothless as they come.
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AllMusic Review by Michael Gallucci