Baz is the band’s silver-tongued manager, a world-class con-artist. When he’s not managing the RockDogs' affairs he has many other day jobs - he's been a life insurance salesman, quantity surveyor, koala handler, nightclub owner, tax accountant and has even had a stab at writing children's books. He's got a different job every week, it seems. Also, he's cagey about his background - sometimes he says he's Irish, sometimes Scottish, and he doesn't like to talk about what brought him to Australia beyond saying he's "on the run from some boys that he owes big" and he "can't go back". Sounds cool, right? Little do the RockDogs know that "the boys" are the Northern Ireland Electricity Board. and boy does he owe them big, because he's left the light on in his bathroom.

Baz is always one for grand plans and bigger pictures, to the point where he finds it hard to focus on what's happening in the moment. He continually borrows money from Jamie (an advance from their future advances) to cover his justifiable costs. Baz is one hundred percent commited the RockDogs and would do anything to help them succeed - as long as it doesn't leave him out of pocket, that is.

Baz also manages several other bands under different pesudonyms - to some, he is known as Sven Ghali. In some parts of town he's Bon Chevarse. Others call him Lieutenant-Colonel Tom. In the west, he's known as Lucky Jim. However, this is only so he can spy on other bands and ensure they aren’t pinching any RockDogs' secrets - at least, that's what he tells Zeke.

Baz and Spike don't see eye-to-eye at all, to the point where he harbours a seemingly irrational hatred for the bass player and rarely allows him to speak in his presence except in times of great crisis.

Baz's day-to-day management of the band is punctuated by secretive coded phonecalls and frequent dashes off the pick up "the shipment". None of the guys know what the hell he's into, but it has to be something big, and he has to know what he's doing, right? It's all fun and games until the Libyans show up on the RockDogs' doorstep wanting to know what happened to their plutonium. Oh, wait, that's Back To The Future, isn't it...