When I really got into music I was spending countless hours in my room, door locked, drawing and playing guitar so I was able to sneak a lot of music by them by hiding the cover art (at one time I actually redrew the cover art of Sublime's self titled album, trying to incorporate the parental advisory into the flowers) and turning it off whenever they pounded on the door to ask what I was listening to.
The only album to be confiscated was a cassette single of Bang and Blame by REM, and my parents begged to buy back Greenday's Dookie at cover price just so I wouldn't listen to such "filthy" music. At least that was my mom and stepdad. My stepdad at one time actually gave me a two hour lecture after hearing some Eminem I accidentally left in my stereo of my truck (I was giving him a ride to pick up his car and turned off the cd before he could hear anything, he forced me to put it back on so he could see what I was "hiding").
Eventually my parents decided that because I had earrings, listened to Sublime and H20 that I was a drug-using misfit that was beyond saving (little did they know I was straightedge back then).
We were also banned from watching MTV at that point, weren't allowed to rent R rated movies (I had to wait until I could drive to the Blockbuster in the next town, rent the films with my own ID and then hide the movies), couldn't say "suck" or the "F" word (fart). Now days, they've relaxed quite a bit, judging from my 13 year old sister's music collection.
My dad on the other hand sometimes banned TV or music because he thought it was dumb. Case in point, he had no problem with MTV, but he didn't like me watching Beavis and Butthead because he thought it was "stupid as hell".
