Singer/songwriter Peter Bradley Adams is a perfectionist chasing his own perfection. With A Face Like Mine, his sixth solo effort, he may well have caught it. Adams’ brand of Americana nestles his delicate, heartfelt voice in the warm embrace of gentle guitar, tasteful dobro, subtle banjo, and unhurried percussion — a sonic scape that wraps itself around the listener like a soft blanket on a cold day.

Throughout the self-produced set, Adams tells tales of love and loss, homes and hearts. “I feel like I’m, firstly, a storyteller,” he says, “but it’s inevitable that my own stuff gets in there deep.” A seeker at heart, Adams wrestles openly with matters of faith and purpose, admitting he doesn’t have any real answers — and that honesty is exactly what grounds his songs.

An Alabama native who feels most comfortable in motion, Adams composed A Face Like Mine in locations ranging from Alabama to India. The songs span topics as disparate as addiction, self-image, politics, and the genetics of suffering. As a work of musical art, A Face Like Mine fulfills the promise of Peter Bradley Adams. Rarely has standing still sounded so divine.