You wouldn’t know it by seeing his fans pogo dancing like punk rockers, or by hearing his rockabilly-meets-metal-meets-surf rock songs. Behind Paul Pigat’s pompadour and horn-rim glasses is a formally trained musician with a degree in classical guitar and music theory—a musician who had tea and crumpets with John Williams while studying at the University of Toronto. But don’t let this cast an image of Pigat as a hoity-toity academic stiff. Singing lyrics like “I’m gonna dig me a hole, that’s where I’ll lay my head. I’m gonna dig me a hole, it should be you instead,” you won’t see Pigat—a self-confessed big fan of murder ballads—sitting in an ivory tower anytime soon.