Musically, Dissent has more in common with dishwasher cycles than a twelve-bar blues progression. It doesn't foster tribal unity or recapitulate cultural themes, it reinforces alienation and details disillusionment and despair. The blues seek to turn suffering on itself, so that the terms of your own unhappiness become the medium of your deliverance, but this music cannot be reversed like that. There is no positive spin to empty lives, and so these songs are destructive in the purest sense. The only thing to do with them is point their withering gaze at your own soul, like a vampiric X-ray, to outline the tumors you've known about but tried to ignore.
Emptiness reaches out to emptiness, tearing through flesh and illusion alike between.
The process is not comforting or pleasant, even to watch, but sometimes destroying is the only thing that makes healing possible. As Nietzsche said, whatever does not destroy us makes us stronger. The trick, though, is telling the difference between the things that tried to destroy us and failed, and the things that are still destroying us, slowly and inexorably, every moment we spend trumpeting our survival. Whether you want rock to be one of the forces of destruction in your life, of course, and which of the two sorts it will be, are decisions you'll have to make for yourself.