For a couple of years I crashed on a futon in the living room of a couple of my friends in Seattle. I just had the mattress and would roll it up in the morning. We lived in an apartment on Aloha at the bottom of Queen Anne. There were several radio and TV towers at the top of the hill. My head was fairly close to our television and I would hear voices at night. While certainly not as crazy as hearing radio in your teeth, it was driving me nuts. And, my apartment mates thought I was nuts. Finally, figured out that if I unplugged the TV from the wall it would stop and I could sleep.
I bought a phone with a 10 number memory. It was useless from all the radio/TV it would pick up. I tried all sorts of filters on the line and still had the problem. We went back to the red princess phone we had inherited from one of our friends from San Diego -- no whispery voices, but had to go back to dialing our favorites the old fashioned way. Used the other phone after moving and worked fine.
So, I could easily believe a small number of people could pick up radio on their dental work. Gilligan proves the point.