Speaking on A Place to Fall Apart, “This album is a place to fall apart in. Take this patchwork blanket of melancholic love stories between the human and beyond-human and pitch it as a tent, either inside your lounge room or out in the bush. Lie down and look up at the stories. There is someone watching fruit slowly ripen on a tree. There is a girl becoming a river. and another person who is falling in love and turning blue. There is a strange and beautiful noise from far away ancestral lands. a woman is relaxing in a bathtub somewhere in suburbia. There is a word in the English language that is not needed in the Noongar language. two women sing to a Wollemi pine, summoning their inner knowing. There is wrestling with ideas of identity and belonging, of tradition and innovation. There is a deep, cold, wide river with two names. The women are singing again and asking the spirits of the land to help them with this modern mess. There is a girl in her happy place, sitting in an old apricot tree, alone but not lonely. she eats the sweet fruit, it is warm from the sun.”

After six years between albums, the shift from ingenue to powerful truth teller and weaver of magic is complete. On A Place to Fall Apart, you follow the intrepid journey of Lisa’s own unravelling. To unravel a thing doesn’t mean to destroy it or even to separate it into a million pieces. An unravelled object becomes a singular piece, stripped bare of the artificial shape and form it held before. Unravelling is the precursor to rebuilding, a transition that can and should be done intentionally. In this album, the listener can hear Mitchell’s attempts to be deliberate about her humanity and her choices.