After 2011's These Wings EP (which included the massive 'Loud Mouths'), Christopher Laufman, aka Wise Blood, seemingly vanished. He was touted for big things by a spray of tastemakers, but even that didn't halt him from evaporating from music for over a year – however, as surreptitiously as he disappeared, he returned, with the promise of a full-length LP named id.

Apparently, during his time away from the public eye, he binned a whole record and got into some problems with nefarious "schemes" that he seems reluctant to discuss. Now, distanced from the initial hype that he garnered, and feeling refreshed via time, he's ready to stride once more back into our lives with his genre-bending sounds and infectious pop hooks.

Recent single 'Rats' is a cyclic electropop serpent, slithering between looped vocal shards and off-kilter brass, between his falsetto and his comatose rap. The percussion is solid enough to provide a spine through the disparate strains – it booms and roars beneath odd flute lick and hallucinatory synths. 'Routine Reality' follows on almost seamlessly. The percussion gradually becomes more frantic, as if Laufman is thwacking an array of dumbbells while chanting the strange mantra of: "Load a few corners on my favourite bench press/ knock out reps 'til there's just nothing left/ you see, I know some people that I want to impress..." There could be some sort of deeper meaning on offer, but the fact Laufman seems to have sampled an entire gym, and is using workout imagery, distracts from any analysis of his words, as it just sounds like the musical equivalent of a personal trainer shouting at you to pump those flabby thighs.

What originally made Wise Blood so fascinating was that he had an uncanny knack for gluing styles together that potentially wouldn't have found a natural affinity with each other: he toyed with hip-hop, electronica, dance, blues and gospel, and once he'd melted them together, he would always coat the noises in glimmering pop. On id, he eschews some of the genres he played with before, instead delving into world noises and sample-heavy synthpop. It's still baffling, weird and experimental, but it's notably different. It's more fluid: there's less coke-binge edginess (though that hasn't been entirely zapped away), and the levels of wacky are toned right down. It's a more adult exploration. Instead of his music being a neurotic tangle of dissonant threads with components sticking out at odd angles, it's become a sleek(er) beast, propelled by his quirky found snippets and wiry earworms.

'Spider Web' uses majestic string stabs and Indian folk backing drones; there's bird whistles and lolloping bass riffs. His lyrics continue their descent down Obtuse Avenue: "I hang out with feral cats and spiders when I can/ they've got that 'it' factor I look for in my friends," which is somewhat irksome as they're so damn catchy, meaning you're left with nonsensical gibberish rattling around your brain all day. His lyrics are often awkward to interpret or difficult to relate to. Maybe you're not supposed to, maybe these are more like small narratives than epic emotional metaphors.

Some of the more instrumental efforts, like '8 P.M. – 10 P.M.' or '11 P.M. – 1 A.M.', do resemble prior endeavours – they're drunken sparks of dissonance, with 'Pink Elephants Of Parade' spooky/kooky-ness in the brass. Whirring, woozy samples, Oriental strings and mutated sax soloing bring an intoxicated blurriness to the proceedings. Similarly, closer 'Consumed', has chopped'n'screwed choirs and polyrhythmic tribal percussion; it's a rampaging finalé. It's not strictly like his work of two years ago, but the unpredictability and the mayhem returns briefly.

It seems like during his soul-search/vacation, Laufman evolved. He's grown into an artist with a sixth sense for melody – something we saw the seeds of before – but one that's lost some of the oomph and aggression of before. This new side to Wise Blood is more stoner-pop than the goosebump-inducing aural version of a cat's cradle. Now that he's presumably found himself, this is likely to be what we can expect of his future (at least in some form). Those who were looking for more of the same might be disappointed, but with his arsenal of viral pop tunes, he's bound to drag a lot more fans into his deranged world.