Lisa Mitchell | “A Place To Fall Apart”

This week we are crushing on the gorgeous Lisa Mitchell and her highly anticipated fourth studio album “A Place To Fall Apart” that’s out today via Believe!

The album is a glorious and heartrending tribute to what it means to be alive and learning in the world, having been old enough to feel it's bruises and heartbreaks, but also be at the beginning of understanding our own individual insignificance within it. Accompanied by her beguiling melodies and hushed tones, the lyrics within the album are deeply introspective and impactful, written in the thick of the first year of a global pandemic that forced everyone’s lives and spheres to become very small and very still.

Mitchell is noticeably finding ground in her natural progression, however remaining faithful to the fundamental sonics tied to her honored style.

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 bath-tub 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 a 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.

On ‘A Place to Fall Apart’, you follow the intrepid journey of Lisa’s own unraveling. To unravel a thing doesn’t mean to destroy it or even to separate it into a million pieces. An unraveled object becomes a singular piece, stripped bare of the artificial shape and form it held before. Unraveling 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.