“My status is excellent,” American astronaut John Glenn declares in a transmission to NASA’s control center during the 1962 Mercury-Atlas 6 spaceflight, the first to transport a man around the Earth. When Glenn sees the sun rise behind him as he hovers above the planet, he describes mysterious particles which became known as ‘fireflies’ that floated around the ship, glowing like nothing he’d ever seen before, according to the official transcript for the mission. The message echoes into the technicolor ether of Hark Madley’s debut EP, beginning with the track named after the affectionate title of Glenn’s mission: Friendship 7.

While this is the LA-based producer’s first official release, it takes very little digging to find an almost-overwhelming amount of his past material. Cuts are time stamped on his website so you can trace the origin (and subsequent iterations) of each of his EP’s tracks, and there’s a whole lot more to explore as well, like the three tributes to Martin Luther King, Jr posted around the Reverend’s January holiday. Usually, they aren’t very long–averaging out to thirty second experiments–but these songs are still able to usher in a new perspective through your headphones.

The album art, by Niki Sylvia, gives a sly visual representation of the six-track affair. It is more than a simple spectrum of color; the inner lines are a flat interpretation of a prism, and the outer space confronts visible light or lack thereof, touching the rainbow and including darkness around certain edges. We emerge from the soundless void of space via “Friendship 7,” with Glenn’s ‘fireflies’ surrounding us in a flurry of glowing brilliance. “Mesa” makes use of them in a melody so adorable, it will make the most emotionally vulnerable weep. On “Science,” more stimuli gets twisted up, beginning to shield us through exposure, not unlike a vaccine.

While some discernable lyrics are sprawled across EP1, its true message is conveyed via loosely-structured synth. Ambience is the spirit behind all music, requiring no specific technique, making it all the more intuitive to hear. Pop music can train your brain to interpret music a certain way, but unraveling it invites a sense of freedom. To paraphrase Hadley’s liner notes, these sounds are a meditation on humanity. Take Glenn’s ‘fireflies’: it took a historic trip into our atmosphere to witness what turned out to be mere flakes of frost reflecting in the light, something easily re-created in the rain with your back turned to the sun. But rather than devaluing Glenn’s glimmers, we can elevate our own perspective in small ways. Let Hark Madley be your guide.