Not sure what the other Toad the Wet Sprocket video(s) you posted previously are, Wildfire -- either the thread-search function sucks, or you didn't use "Sprocket" in referring to them, which is what I used. The 4 hits from before today didn't include any videos, though I know you linked to one at least once.
Anyway, I'm listening to "Walk on the Ocean" right now. Pretty sure I heard that back in the day, but it's not anything that would've stuck with me. Again, it's pleasant, which by definition is nice, but ... lord. *yawn* I've encountered more forceful Serutan commerials. I'm reminded of sort of a cross between Matchbox 20 & Hootie & the Blowfish if "Bombastic" hadn't been Darius Rucker's middle name.
Nothing personal, but based on those 2 songs, if those guys lit your fire when you were a kid, Boston must've been so desperately, deadly dull that Montgomery today looks like London during the Battle of Britain in comparison.
For awhile there, I was thinking some younger co-workers of mine at the Little Rock paper were big fans of theirs back in the early '90s, & that they'd played the local pizzeria/microbrewery/punk club, Vino's (where the likes of Green Day & Rancid played before anyone knew who they were; I didn't see those shows, but did see Fugazi there not long after moving back from the New Orleans area in '90), then realized I was thinking of Scruffy the Cat, of whom I also have no distinct memories whatsoever.