Professional widow Courtney Love performed this week at the House of Blues, garnering a positive review from the Boston Globe’s Sarah Rodman.

It’s hard to put a finger on it, but somehow, a decade beyond a heyday when “Doll Parts’’ was a song title instead of a way of life for Love, her charmingly obnoxious demeanor wears down your irritation.

The review ends with this improbable assertion:

In a world of overprocessed pop tarts and jarringly false “reality,’’ perhaps what is most refreshing about Love is the utter truth in her presentation.

That’s rich, given that Love seems to have had enough facial surgery to qualify for Joan Rivers status.

Exhibit A:

Is it just me? Or is this Head Transplant territory?