DhákháBrákha Live at the Smith Opera House - Nov 2025

The Band

The Smith Opera House was full but quiet before they came on. Old red seats. Warm light. A room that had held a lot of other nights.

When the music started, it wasn’t gentle. The drums came first. Then the voices. Layered, insistent, rising and falling in patterns that didn’t feel decorative. It felt deliberate.

The sound filled the room quickly. Low percussion in the chest. Voices climbing above it. Something ancient in the rhythm. Something modern in the edges.

Between songs they spoke. Not for long. About home. About the war. About the time it has taken. About people still there. They thanked the audience for coming. For listening. For support. They didn’t linger on it.

The music picked up again. The drums were steady. The vocals carried. It felt less like a performance than something being kept alive in front of us.

The Smith Opera House, Geneva

No one around me moved much. The room stayed focused. When the songs ended, there was a pause before the applause, like people needed a second to come back.

Outside, the night felt ordinary again.

The building stayed lit behind us.