Back when the Soviet superiors were fiercely censoring everything fun, people got crafty, especially those with a friend who could swipe some X-rays from a hospital. They would use the loot to make copies of black market Elvis in the middle of the night, lest they get caught and thrown out of school or fired from their jobs. The risk was worth that coveted Heartbreak Hotel ribcage.

Check out the “music on the bones,” or so Gogol Bordello’s Eugene Hutz called it mid a drunken rave about contraband Stooges in Kill Your Idols. Doc film Disco and the Atomic War is chock-full of bootlegging fun with banned American television and homemade thermometer antennas. Regimes sure breed creativity…