If art galleries were made obsolete by the internet age, then how could they ever account for galleries or creative spaces like this one. Deriving its name from a Lee “Scratch” Perry poem about “dem passwords”, or the keys needed to get into places of power, this gallery presents a powerhouse of L.A.’s superlative creative bunch. This basement space can only be accessed via a quiet back alley, but once inside you might be treated to everything from LA Vampires to Andrew W.K. or perhaps even a good dose of those local, underground artists who literally prefer a subterranean space to feel in their right element.




















