There are some grand human themes that never go away. If you look back through music, literature or culture as a whole you’ll find traces of emotional states that repeat through the decades and centuries like some sort of cosmic practical joke, endlessly echoing through the medium of frustrated artists. One of the most prominent is ‘unrequited love’. Very little inspires more terrible art than the feeling that your, unique, heartbreak will contribute to the great pantheon of human achievement. More often than not you end up with a talentless twat like James Blunt whining away nasally but -once in a while- hapless romantics can actually make decent music. Soulmates Never Die is one of the few.