The original's a crunchy windstorm of guitars, drum machine, spoken vocals. Fast forward to the half-as-long Truman Peyote cut, and we're looking more at a remake than remix.
Truman Peyote doesn't clean up the mess Railcars made, they just spread it around. Down-shifted vocals, casio-toned chord riff, with a slow-building percussive loop painfully ready to explode, which it never does. Cue twinkly Close Encounters synth outro.
Gets our stamp of approval.
