The Recession, is an exorcism, a confessional, a forebodement. Anything but a celebration. The usual team of producers (Drumma Boy, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League, Shawty Redd) provide the usual wall of synths, but there is something forlorn beneath the frenzy, especially on “Everything” and “Amazin’.” Imbued with nightmares, stress, and paranoia, The Recession is a rap time capsule of America in the twilight of the Bush years.