This is a first-class player who has put together an 
          attractive compilation of works largely unknown to those whose main 
          awareness of the oboe, is centred on the first 'organised' note given 
          by a player to his or her orchestral colleagues before a concert. Jeffrey 
          Agrell's two versions of the Blues number he wrote for Ms Doherty 
          four years apart, the first unaccompanied the last version accompanied 
          by piano is a delightful start and conclusion to the disc, wittily constructed, 
          complete with clarinet type 'bending' notes such as those found at the 
          opening of Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue. Her playing exudes enthusiasm 
          and life, a wonderfully agile, elfin-like figure springs to mind, and 
          lo and behold there she is doe-eyed and diminutive but a packed-with-energy 
          figure. If you don't believe the last description, listen to the end 
          of track eleven, it'll scare the living daylights out of you every time 
          you hear it. I'll say no more except to compliment the composer of this 
          pair of tracks, Ross Edwards, on his marvellously inventive writing. 
          Daniel Schnyder's easy-going, accessible harmonic language is 
          embodied in his sonata, four compactly constructed movements which lead 
          the listener towards the more substantial works on the disc by Jolivet 
          and the conductor-composer Antal Dorati. The former's very French, 
          almost Poulencian style is warmly played and lovingly shaped by this 
          talented musician, now based in her native Australia as principal oboe 
          with the Sydney Symphony Orchestra after high-profile posts in European 
          orchestras. She is technically very fine, highly assured and one of 
          those oboists who mercifully does not take great gasps between phrases 
          (which usually compels their audiences to gasp for breath too). Dorati, 
          who wrote his oboe compositions for Heinz Holliger, makes much of his 
          Hungarian origins in his five pieces which each tell a different story, 
          like folksongs for the oboe. With their Bartokian pentatonicism and 
          modal melodies, Diana Doherty plays them utterly convincingly, evoking 
          disparate images of a cricket and an ant, caressing her oboe in sound 
          as it writes a love-letter, and concluding with literally a spoken and 
          played magical sleight of hand. 
        
 
        
For aficionados of the oboe and for those keen to get 
          better acquainted with what the instrument can do I cannot recommend 
          this disc highly enough - oh and don't forget what I said about the 
          end of track eleven (Haydn's Symphony No. 94, second movement? - you 
          ain't heard nothing yet!) 
        
 
        
        
Christopher Fifield