In general, I don't have a problem with men that sing through their nose. Some of the most distinguishable voices in modern music owe more to the timbre of a vocalist's schnoz than the friction between their vocal cords (Colin Meloy, anyone?). When the nose-flute is paired with cleverly written pop music that is unpredictable yet familiar, like an old family dog that suddenly bites, the formula is often successful. The Torn ACLs traffic in lightly crunchy guitars that set a rhythm then reinforced by tightly compact drums and whimsical keyboard melodies. The chord progressions tease and pull in directions that are unexpected, the momentum is poppy and makes you want to dance like a socially awkward nerd. Only you can decide whether the good outweighs the nasal, whether a melody sung through the sneezer still smells as sweet. This is The Torn ACLs record release show for Make a Break, Make a Move. The bill is rounded out by The Balloons, a pop duo that plays a mean tambourine and keeps the tunes like they keep their impeccable collection of vintage #2 pencils: short and to the point. Also, Horace Pickett, a band that clearly does too many drugs in the best way and sounds like a mashup of Primus and Hank Williams.