The reaction is like for one fraction of a second you want to tear out your eyes and then the eyes of everyone else on the planet.

If you're looking for a moment of frustration in its purest, most absolute form, might I suggest scratching your Disc 1 from Led Zeppelin's How The West Was Won right at the very, very last everyone-all-together-now downbeat right at the very last moment of "Black Dog". Right where the whole 5:41 wraps up and you and the audience in 1972 expect that final closure beat, and instead you get a little digital *scriit-it* and the crowd going shit-crazy over the micro-moment you missed.
You can borrow my copy if you want.